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Rose Delaney at her aunt's door. 
Frontispiece. 


See p. 31 




Rose Delaney’s Secret 


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BY THE AUTHOR OP 

« MAY CASTLETON’S MISSION,” “ THE DIAMOND CROSS,” 
“ EDITH’S MINISTRY,” &c., &C. 


“charity envieth not.” 


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^ CONTENTS. 

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CHAPTER I. 

PAOB 

ROCKDALE PARSONAGE 5 

CHAPTEK II. 

FOOLISH CHAT 23 

CHAPTEK III. 

THE CONTRAST ’. 31 

CHAPTEK IV. 

CITY AMUSEMENTS 63 

CHAPTEK V. 

A NEW WORLD FOR ROSE 66 


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CHAPTEK VI. 

1 

A SUNDAY AT AUNT KOSCOE’S 

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CONTENTS 


CHAPTEK VIL 

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ISABEL’S PARTY 89 

CHAPTEK VIII. 

ISABEL WONDERS 104 

CHAPTER IX. 

BUSY FINGERS AND SUNNY SMILES 124 

^ CHAPTER X. 

A MUSICAL SOIREE 137 

CHAPTER XI. 

A SUMMONS HOME 148 

CHAPTER XII. 

UNSPOTTED 164 

CHAPTER XIII. 

ISABEL AT THE PARSONAGE 178 

CHAPTER XIV. 

“ OLD THINGS HAVE PASSED AWAY” 187 

CHAPTER XV. 

ROSE’S SECRET DISCOVERED 205 


ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET.. 


CHAPTER I. 

ItOCKItALJE FAMSONAQE. 

^ “ Charity envieth not. ’ ’ 

It is a lovely rural home ; a sweet 
bird’s nest of a house, and we call it 
Rockdale Parsonage. Built in cottage 
style, with its joointed roof, its shaded 
porch, its b^oad bay-window, it attracts 
the eye by its beauty ; and a traveler 
would scarcely pass by without asking, 
who dwelt in that pretty cottage. 

Situated on the brow of a hill slop- 
ing towards the road by a grassy lawn, 
the walks are tastefully laid out, and 
flowers of varied hues adorn the bor- 
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KOSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 


ders. Over the porch of the cottage 
is trained a running rose, and along 
the sides of the house sweet brier and 
clematis intermingled. 

Very fine shade trees are seen tow- 
ering upward at the back of the dwell- 
ing, and everywhere there seems an 
atmosphere of perfect neatness, of 
quiet beauty and tranquility. 

The upper windows are in sight of 
the village church, the spire of which, 
is at all times pointing heavenward, to 
the family at the parsonage. 

We will select a summer evening 
for our first peep at the dwellers in 
that pleasant home. There is a vesti- 
bule in front of the house, filled with 
choice pot-flowers, the glass door of 
which opens into the dwelling. 

A lady is stepping out, accompanied 
by a little girl nine years old. The 


ROCKDALE PARSONAGE. 


7 


former is simply dressed, and has a 
mild, benevolent face, that smiles 
pleasantly on the child holding her 
hand. 

Presently, a girl of fifteen appears, 
leading out a gentleman, certainly in 
the dress of a clergyman. 

He is a delicate-looking man, with 
an intellectual face, and an expression 
of saintly serenity rests upon his fea- 
tures. 

We could almost fancy that there 
must be some resemblance between 
this holy man, and the heavenly- 
minded Herbert, whose poetry yet 
blesses the Christian church. 

The gentleman is the Rev. George 
Delaney ; the lady, his wife ; the elder 
girl his daughter Rose, and the young- 
est, sweet Mary Bell. 

‘‘You look so tired, papa,” said Rose, 


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ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 


‘‘ I think that you might rest ^ little 
while,” for he had left his study re- 
luctantly. 

I am somewhat wearied, my dear, 
for 1 have been to-day among scenes 
of suffering and death ; but it is good 
to go to the house of mourning.” 

“Yet there was great comfort in 
Mrs. Bentley’s death, my dear,” said 
the wife. 

“Yes; joy unspeakable and full of 
glory cheered the departing saint.” 

“ Christians need not be afraid to 
die, papa,” said Rose, “ when they 
think of the blessed promises to those 
who sleep in Jesus.” 

“ They who truly believe in the 
Lord Jesus, need fear nothing, my 
daughter; it is sweet and blessed to 
live, and equally blessed to die.” 

Rose drew closer to her father; 


ROCKDALE PARSONAGE. 


9 


throwing her arms around him, she 
said, 

“ How happy we are ! dear papa, 
for we all have a hope of heaven ! how 
sweet to think of a whole family 
there !” 

“ Yes, my darling, it is a precious 
hope ; hut if it is my Father’s will, I 
would desire to glorify him here below 
a little longer ; we have many things 
which make our earthly home very 
pleasant, Rose.” 

“ Let me show 3mu some of my 
flowers, papa,” said the young girl, as 
she led him down the garden walks. 

“ See ! these lovely moss-rose buds. 
Was there ever anything more charm- 
ing, papa? My bush has three, and 
Mary’s four buds. Do you know, 
papa, that I really love these beautiful 
flowers ?” 


10 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

“ They are sometimes called ‘ the 
smiles of God,’ Rose. I often think 
what a lovely world this will be when 
noxious weeds will all disappear, and 
the earth literally ‘ bud and blossom 
as the rose.’ ” 

“ When will that be, papa ?” 

“ When the curse shall be removed, 
Rose.” 

And so father and daughter contin- 
ued their holy converse, until the 
evening shades warned them to return 
to the porch. 

“ This is very pleasant, papa, but I 
must go in a little while, for I have 
not yet heard Rachel her evening les- 
sons,” and Rose hurried out to the 
kitchen to teach the little serving-maid 
to read and write. 

And very patiently did the young 
lady bear with Rachel’s dullness, and 


KOCKDALE PARSONAGE. 


11 


encourage her efforts ; the grateful 
smile and pleasant words at the end 
of the lesson were very cheering. 

“Miss Rose, I am really getting 
along ; don’t you think so?” 

“Yes, Rachel, patience and perse- 
verance will conquer at last ; won’t it 
he nice if you can write a letter to 
your mother in a few months ?” 

Rachel’s eyes glistened. “ I can 
never thank you enough. Miss Rose ; 
hut here is something you like. Miss,” 
and she handed her young lady a 
small saucer of the first strawber- 
ries. 

“ Thank you, Rachel, hut these be- 
long to papa; he is very tired to- 
night,” and away ran Rose to her 
father. “ Here are some of our first 
strawberries, papa, I knoAV that you 
will enjoy them,’’ and the daughter 


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ROSE Delaney’s secret. 


was much more pleased to give to her 
weary father, than to eat them herself. 

A few of the friends of the family, 
members of Mr. Delaney’s congrega- 
tion, called in the evening. Dose en- 
tertained them with some of her most 
delightful music. A few minutes later, 
and the sound of the evening hymn 
closed the day at the parsonage. 

To a spectator who had watched the 
lovely features of the landscape with- 
out, and the aspect of the dwellers in 
this peaceful house, the idea of perfect 
harmony would suggest itself. 

Assembled one morning around the 
breakfast table, papa took a letter from 
his pocket. 

“ Here is an invitation for you. 
Dose, to spend the winter with Aunt 
Doscoe; she thinks that there would 
be very superior advantages for your 


ROCKDALE PARSONAGE. 


13 


improvement in music ; wliat do you 
think of it, my dear?” 

Rose’s countenance fell. “ Leave 
this dear home for hustling, noisy 
JNTew York, papa? How can I do 
it?” 

“You would live in great style with 
Aunt Roscoe; a splendid house, ele- 
gant carriage, and plenty of fashion- 
able company,” and papa smiled rather 
comically, for he knew how little his 
simple-hearted country child cared for 
these empty vanities. 

“ I don’t care for such things, papa, 
for I don’t believe anything there is 
half so lovely, as our pleasant lawn, 
and rose-covered porch.” 

“But seriously. Rose, there would 
be many advantages enjoyed in one of 
the best schools, with the instruction 
of a professor of music. Some of 
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ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 


these days, I look forward to your 
being my organist ; do you know that, 
daughter?” 

Rose smiled. “That is really an 
inducement, papa, but nothing else 
could tempt me to leave this dear old 
home, where I have spent all my 
life.” 

After breakfast, the matter was se- 
riously considered between the pastor 
and his wife. 

“ There are many temptations, hus- 
band, for a young and inexperienced 
girl,” said the anxious mother, “in 
such scenes as she will meet in a great 
city. How should we feel if her pure 
piety were soiled in such an atmo- 
sphere?” 

“ I do not fear, my love ; Rose’s 
character is uncommonly decided ; her 
love of home, and all its simple pleas- 


ROCKDALE PARSONAGE. 


15 


ures unquenchable. I do not think 
that the splendors of a palace could 
draw her heart away from Kockdale ; 
and most of all, I believe that she is 
a real Christian, under the care of the 
good Shepherd ; and you know, dear, 
that the secret of the Lord is with 
them that fear him.” 

And so it was decided, that early in 
the autumn, Rose Delaney should go 
to the metropolis, and spend the win- 
ter with Aunt Roscoe. 

During the summer, mamma was 
busy in making preparations for so 
long an absence. Their means were 
very limited; Mr. Delaney’s salary 
small; consequently, a great deal of 
managing, turning, and altering, and 
even the sacrifice of some of her own 
clothing was necessary to make even 
a decent outfit; but Avhen Rose saw 


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ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 


the pretty crimson merino, her one 
new dress, so neatly made and trimmed, 
she thought in her simplicity, that few 
would have a prettier dress than she. 

As, one by one. Rose saw the gar- 
ments finished, her eyes filled with 
grateful tears, for she knew how much 
time and thought they had cost her 
dear mother. 

Many a young girl would have been 
in ecstasies of delight at the thought 
of a gay winter in JN’ew York, with 
the charm of new faces and new 
scenes, generally so fascinating to the 
young, but not so with Rose. She 
could imagine nothing sweeter than 
her home, dearer than her parents 
and sister, or more holy and satisfying 
than her village church, where she 
had been received into the “ commu- 
nion of the saints.” 


ROCKDALE PARSONAGE. 


17 


But autumn at length arrived ; her 
preparations were made, her farewells 
spoken to her young friends, familiar 
spots visited, and the last evening, so 
much dreaded, had actually come. 
Her young friend, Annabel Dacre, 
came to spend its last hours with her 
dear Bose. A girlish friendship had 
existed between them since their child- 
ish days; all their pleasures were 
shared together, and the intimacy had 
been overshadowed by no clouds of 
coldness or dissension. 

‘‘I hope you will not forget me. 
Rose, when you get to your grand 
home,” said Annabel; “everything 
will be so different from this humble 
village.” 

“ Yes, Annabel, very different ; for 
with such a home as mine, I can ima- 
gine nothing in New York that I can 


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possibly envy. 1 have been looking 
over ‘ Godey’s Lady’s Book,’ and re- 
ally, the images of the poor little over- 
dressed children that I expect to see, 
seem to me quite ludicrous.” 

“ I was there last spring, Bose, and 
it did look so 'foolish to me to see such 
young girls parading Broadway, with 
their dresses -loaded with trimming, 
gallanted by a parcel of silly boys. I 
can tell you I used to long for old 
Rockdale.” 

“ The only thing that makes me 
willing to leave home, is the hope that 
I may so improve in music, that I 
may be able to take charge of the 
organ; then I shall help papa so much, 
for he has had such trouble with the 
choir.” 

“ You are goiug among very gay 
people, Rose ; I hope that they will 


ROCKDALE PARSONAGE. 


19 


not tempt you to forget your Christian 
vows, dear.” 

“I must walk near my Saviour, 
day by day, and I am sure that he 
will guide my wandering steps. Prom- 
' ise me to write at least once a week. 
I shall be so anxious to hear often 
from home.” 

“ I promise, dear, for I shall miss 
you so constantly,” 

“IN’ow there is one thing I want you 
to do for me while I am gone, and 
that is to take charge of Rachel’s les- 
sons; she is progressing so well, I 
should be sorry that she should miss 
her daily instruction.” 

Annabel promised, and after ex- 
changing farewell gifts, and many 
tearful words, the friends parted. 

Mamma, too, had her last words to 
say ; and entering Rose’s room after 


20 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. ’ 

she had retired, precious were the 
counsels of this faithful parent. 

“You are going into a world wholly 
different from home, my daughter, and 
you will encounter many temj)tations; 
remember that you are a professed dis- 
ciple of the dear Redeemer, and must 
let your light shine all around you.” 

“ I am very young, mamma, and in 
myself, I am very weak, but I do hope 
that Jesus is my strength.” 

“ Do not put on any affected man- 
ners of sanctimonious gravity. Rose; 
remember that real piety is full of 
sunshine, — be natural, be obliging in 
every way that does not affect, your 
practice as a Christian; seek for a 
spirit of love, real, heart-felt, Christ- 
like ; and then if your heart is full of 
charity, it will beam in every action 
and word of your daily life ; love pen- 


KOCKDALE PAESONAGE. 


21 


etrates the very hardest and most 
worldly hearts.” 

“ Thank you, dear mamma, for all 
your tenderness and fidelity ; but what 
shall I do without you?” said Rose, 
leaning her head upon her mother’s 
shoulder. 

“You will be remembered in our 
daily prayers, dear; cherish a spirit 
of contentment. Rose; you will see 
around you many things which will 
contrast strongly with your humble 
village home; but remember, that 
charity, that love which you profess, 
which ‘ envieth not.’ ” 

“ What can there be for me to envy, 
dear mamma, so blessed as I am?” 

“ The human heart is very deceitful, 
my daughter, and when you are 
brought into contact with wealth that 
leaves no room for self-denial, and 


22 KOSE Delaney’s secret. 

luxury that knows no privation, you 
may unconsciously be led to wish that 
there were less cause in our humble 
home, for strict economy, and careful 
household thrift.” 

“ I do not feel so now, mamma, for 
nothing seems to compare with this 
dear home, even though we had need 
of more frugal living still.” 

The morning came, and papa was 
ready at an early hour, to hand Rose 
to the carriage that was to take her 
from Rockdale. 

A hasty farewell to dear mamma, 
and weeping little Mary, and Rose 
entered the carriage, watching with a 
sad and mournful countenance the fa- 
miliar objects around the home of her 
childhood. 


CHAPTER II. 

FOOjLISS csat. 

Come, Isabel, this is a delightful 
afternoon ; I have called for you to 
take a walk.” Thus spoke Ida JN'ev- 
ins, a very fashionably-dressed girl, 
to Isabel Roscoe. 

“ I am sorry that I must not go, 
Ida, but I am expecting a country 
cousin, who is coming to spend the 
winter with us, and go to school with 
me to Miss Hart.” 

‘‘What is her name, Isabel?” 

“ Rose Delaney; she is the daughter 
of a country clergyman, and I suppose 
a very demure, little simpleton, I 
shall find her.” 


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24 ROSE Delaney’s secret. 

“ I would not stay, Isabel ; your 
mother can receive her as well as 
you.” 

Mamma will not be troubled about 
her,” replied Isabel, “ for she will be 
lying down, and would not be dis- 
turbed for my cousin ; so you see, I 
must stay for decency’s sake.” 

“ Has she ever been to 'New York, 
Bell?” 

‘‘No; she has never been beyond 
the neighborhood of her own little 
village, and has always associated 
with plain country people.” 

“Wouldn’t I like to see her arrival ? 
She will be quite confounded at the 
sight of your magnificence; how I 
should like to hear the questions of 
her country curiosity, for I suppose 
that she will know nothing of city 
manners.” 


FOOLISH CHAT. 


25 


“You forget, Ida, that her mother 
and mine were sisters, so that she can- 
not be quite such a rustic as you sup- 
pose ; but I do expect that she will be 
almost struck dumb by my beautiful 
dresses.” 

“ Let me see your last new silk, 
Bell,” and the young girls proceeded 
to Isabel’s room. Taking an elegant 
blue silk from the wardrobe, she dis- 
played it before the eyes of her silly 
young friend. Ida, filled with envy at 
the sight, for she had not one dress 
to compare with the superb silk, and 
then Isabel had many such, said, 

“This is really very pretty, Bell, 
but Adelaide Holland’s is much more 
beautiful; I should think her dress 
must have cost four dollars a yard, 
but plenty like this could be bought 
for two.” 


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26 


ROSE Delaney’s secret. 


‘‘That shows your ignorance, Ida; 
mamma gave four dollars and fifty 
cents for this, and Madame Le Blanc 
charged twenty dollars for the mak- 
ing.” 

“ It does not show what it is then. 
Bell, for Adelaide’s was much more 
showy.” 

Isabel looked displeased at her 
friend’s remark, and rejDlied, 

“You would have no objection to 
one like it, Ida.” 

“Will you introduce your country 
cousin into your circle. Bell?” 

“ I must see what she is made of, 
first; if she is a gawk, I shall keep 
her out of sight, I can assure you.” 

“Well, I must go. Bell; for I pro- 
mised to meet Charles Dennis at the 
Park, and he will be so disappointed ;” 
as she said these w'ords, she smiled 


FOOLISH CHAT. 


27 


maliciously, for she knew that Isabel 
was the one whom he expected. 

Isabel ran to the clock. “ I do think 
that I. shall have time for a short 
walk ; wait a minute, Ida and in a 
few minutes, regardless of the laws of 
hospitality, she accompanied Ida to 
the Park. 

Her conscience reproached her at 
first somewhat uncomfortably, but 
rambling round the grounds, the time 
flew rapidly, and when Charles invited 
the young ladies to go to an ice-cream 
saloon, she had quite forgotten her 
country cousin, and chatted on until 
the time for the arrival of the cars 
had long passed. 

Turning towards home, Isabel re- 
marked, with a mortified look, “ I 
really do believe that it is almost din- 


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ner time; what will my uncle think 
of Rose’s reception?” 

“You need not mind,” said Ida, 
“ at any rate, I suppose that they are 
tired, and have been lying down.” 

“Will you call upon Rose?” said 
Bell, to her friend. 

“ That depends upon circumstances,” 
was the reply, with a toss of her silly 
head ; “ perhaps I may for your sake, 
Isabel; but isn’t Charles handsome? 
I did not see one in the Park to com- 
pare with him this afternoon.” 

“ He’ll pass in a crowd,” was the 
provoking answer, for Ida seemed 
bent on mortifying her particular 
friend, and commenced' thus early in 
life to ape the manners of her elders 
in the world of fashion. 

“ Good-bye, dear ; I wish you joy 


FOOLISH CHAT. 


29 


of your visitor; amusement we shall 
have, I know, with your country girl.’’ 

“ Good-bye, Ida,” and Bell kissed 
her particular friend, (much such a 
kiss as is bestowed upon a tormentor, 
whom one wishes to propitiate,) and 
thought as she turned away, that Ida 
IsTevins was too mean ; first to under- 
value her elegant silk dress, and then 
to speak slightingly of her elegant- 
beau. 

Isabel’s first question on returning 
home, was concerning the travelers. 

“Have they come?” inquired she, 
of the waiter at the door. 

“Yes, miss, they have been here for 
an hour at least.” 

“What does my cousin look like, 
Patrick?” 

“ A very sweet young lady, miss ; 


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ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 


she seemed quite disappointed at find- 
ing you not at home.” 

“What did my ui)cle say, Patrick?” 

“ He is a real gentleman, miss, and 
said nothing to me.” 

“ Has any one seen them, Patrick?” 

“No one, miss, for your mamma is 
lying down, and gave directions not to 
be disturbed.” 

“Where are they, Patrick?” 

“ The young lady is in the dressing- 
room of the green chamber, and her 
father is in the room adjoining.” 

Isabel hurried to her room, and find- 
ing that it was very near five o’clock, 
their dinner-hour, she prepared her 
toilet before seeking her cousin, de- 
termined to make a grand impression 
by the style of her costume. 


CHAPTER III. 

THE CONTRAST. 

It was about three o’clock when 
Rose with her father drove up to her 
aunt’s elegant mansion on the Fifth 
Avenue. 

Ringing the bell, a waiter appeared, 
who handed the visitors into the draw- 
ing-room, and then proceeded to an- 
nounce the arrival. He returned with 
the intelligence that Mrs. Roscoe was 
lying down, and Miss Isabel had just 
stepped out with a friend, but had left 
word, should they arrive before her 
return, to conduct the strangers to 
their rooms. • 


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32 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

Rose felt that this was a very inhos- 
pitable reception, and as she mounted 
the marble stair-case, the sight of the 
cold, pale statuary on the landing sent 
a chill through her heart, as she con- 
trasted this freezing elegance with the 
heart - welcome which would have 
greeted the arrival of a relative at the 
parsonage ; but the tine paintings that 
lined the hall and the walls of the 
stair-case attracted her gaze, and she 
anticipated the delight which a closer 
inspection would atford. 

She had scarcely reached her room, 
ere Miss Isabel’s waiting -maid ap- 
peared, and offered her services. 

“ We do not dine until five o’clock, 
Miss Rose ; perhaps you would like to 
rest, after your long journey, for you 
must be tired,” said the maid ; “when 
you are ready to dress, if you will 


THE CONTRAST. 


33 


ring, I shall not he far off, and will 
wait upon you.” 

Rose thanked the servant, with the 
assurance that she would not trouble 
her, as she was accustomed to wait 
upon herself. 

Left alone, she could not but admire 
the elegant little room to which she 
had been shown, where everything 
that taste and luxury could furnish, 
had been richly bestowed. 

Rose perceived a book of poetry 
lying upon a small table, and having- 
made her simple toilet, seated herself, 
patiently waiting for her cousin. 

Almost two hours passed ere she 
appeared, and the stranger really felt 
home-sick under the sense of loneli- 
ness, even in this pretty little room. 

At length she heard footsteps ap- 
proaching her room ; presently the 


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ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 


door opened, and a young girl, dressed 
in the height of fashion, made her ap- 
pearance. 

“ You must really excuse me. Cousin 
Rose; I did not know that the cars 
came in so early,” and she bestowed a 
cold, formal kiss upon the cheek of 
the warm-hearted girl, as she contin- 
ued; “I have so many engagements, 
that I can scarcely call my time my 
own ; this afternoon. Miss !N"evins .in- 
sisted that I should go with her to the 
Park, and I thought that I should 
certainly be back in time to receive 
you.” Ringing the bell, she ordered 
her cousin’s trunks over to her own 
room. 

“ I suppose that you would rather 
occupy a room with me, than to be 
alone ; would you not. Rose?” 

Rose had been listening very com- 


THE CONTRAST. 


35 


poseclly to Isabel’s excuses, which she 
could not but consider very poor, and 
replied, 

“ Whatever my aunt thinks best, I 
am willing to do, Isabel.” 

The chamber was elegantly fur- 
nished with a rich Brussels carpet, 
rosewood furniture, and fine lace cur- 
tains, but Rose was too well-bred to 
notice anything, although there were 
several articles, the use of which she 
did not comprehend. 

‘‘It is nearly dinner-time. Rose, do 
you not wish to make your toilet ?” 

“ I have already done so, cousin,” 
was the modest reply. 

Isabel looked somewhat contempt- 
uously at the simple mouseline-de- 
laine, and plain linen collar; but could 
not deny that the rich brown hair was 
most tastefully arranged, and that her 


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cousin was really a very sweet, lady- 
like, little person, although she was not 
dressed in the height of the fashion. 

“ Are you fond of paintings. Rose?” 
inquired Isabel, as she directed her 
attention to several on the walls of 
her room. 

“Yes, I admire everything that 
belongs to the fine arts ; that landscape 
over the mantle-piece is splendid.” 

“ Yes ; it is by one of the best mas- 
ters ; papa gave six hundred dollars 
for that ; but that very small one by 
the side of the dressing-table cost five 
hundred dollars; papa bought it at 
the Art exhibition last spring,” and 
so she ran on telling Rose what large 
sums of money had been spent in the 
mere decorations of her room. 

Opening her jewel case, she thought 
that her cousin would certainly be en- 


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chanted) and for awhile she did quietly 
admire the pretty trinkets ; but sud- 
denly spying a neat little book-case, 
just as Isabel was displaying a mag- 
nificent diamond bracelet, away she 
flew. 

“ Oh ! here’s a real treasure, Bell,” 
said the young girl, opening the door; 
“here are splendid old Milton, and 
good Cowper ; here are Montgomery, 
and Shakspeare, and Tennyson.” 

“Yes, there are some beautiful books 
there, Bose ; look at that copy of By- 
ron ; it is one of the most expensively- 
bound books in TsTew York ; and here 
is another,” handing an elegantly-de- 
corated copy of Moore ; “ this book 
cost ten dollars.” 

Bose was poring over an old copy 
of Longfellow, very much worn, and 
plainly bound. “ Do you know, Isabel, 


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that I would not give this copy with all 
its beautiful thoughts, for half a dozen 
such hooks as Moore and Byron, with 
their elegant binding ; for there is not 
one impure word in all that Longfellow 
has ever written.” 

Isabel looked on and listened with 
perfect wonder ; for she had never be- 
fore seen a girl turn away from such 
a casket of jewels, to feast upon an old 
book. 

But there lay the casket unnoticed, 
and Bose engrossed with her favorites. 

“ There is the dinner-bell, Bose,” 
said her cousin ; and conducted her to 
the dining-room. 

“ How are you, my dear?” said her 
aunt, as she touched the tips of her 
fingers, and left the shadow of a kiss 
upon her cheek. 

The welcome of her uncle was rather 


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39 


more cordial. Isabel was quite sur- 
prised, and not a little chagrined, as 
she observed the composure of her 
cousin’s manner; for here was this 
little country girl, whom she almost 
expected to annihilate with her splen- 
dor, seated calmly at the table, sur- 
rounded by all the style of the Fifth 
Avenue, evidently no more excited, 
than if accustomed to two servants all 
her life. 

It was quite amusing even to her 
father, to see with what quiet, modest 
dignity his little Rose received the at- 
tentions of the two waiters, and con- 
formed herself so entirely to the cus- 
toms of society without blunders. 

Her careful mother had explained 
several things which were wholly new 
to Rose, so that she neither drank out 
of the finger-bowls, nor forgot how to 


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place her knife and fork when she had 
done. 

I wonder how she learned,” thought 
Isabel; “but there is Aunt Delaney, 
she knows all about refined society; 
I suppose that she has taught her.” 

After dinner, the party met in the 
drawing-room. Mrs. Roscoe had many 
questions to ask about her sister, and 
many suggestions to make about Rose’s 
education. 

Rose had never imagined anything 
so splendid as the furniture of this 
room ; its rich carpet, lace curtains, 
richly carved furniture, its velvet 
lounges, the superb pictures and mir- 
rors, with all those nameless elegancies 
which indicate a home of taste and 
wealth, were such as she had never seen 
before. But there she sat, admiring, 
yet composed, and apparently as much 


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41 


at her ease as though accustomed all 
her life to this magnificence. 

Her wise mother had placed a proper 
value upon these outward things, and 
taught Rose from her earliest days, 
that nothing was so much to he de- 
sired as a heart filled with love to 
God, a character conformed to his, and 
a mind highly cultivated and refined. 

And yet her quick eye took in all 
the beauty of the furniture and deco- 
rations of the room, admired the rich 
colors of the carj)et, the lovely pic- 
tures, and the pretty ornaments scat- 
tered everywhere. 

‘‘Do you play, Isabel?’’ asked Mr. 
Delaney. 

“ Yes, uncle ; I have taken lessons 
for years, and am very fond of music.'’ 

“Will you favor us, my dear?” 

And Isabel seated herself at the in- 


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strument, and commenced one of the 
most brilliant operas of the season. 

Her performance was certainly ad- 
mirable for one so young ; but Rose’s 
father thought that he would rather 
hear one of his daughter’s sweet songs, 
than the artistic music of the Grrand 
Academy. 

When Isabel had finished, Mrs. 
Roscoe requested a song from Rose. 

“She will give you some wild wood- 
notes,” said her father, as he led his 
daughter to the piano. 

Modestly seating herself, and di- 
rected by her father, she sang with un- 
afiected simplicity, yet with a most in- 
telligent appreciation some of the 
sweetest of Mrs. Hemans’ songs. 

“She has a lovely voice, brother,” 
said Mrs. Roscoe, “ but it needs culti- 
vation ; it is very sweet, but lacks 


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43 


compass; we shall bring it out this 
winter, Rose.” 

“ I am glad that you are pleased, 
aunt,” said the young girl ; ‘‘I know 
but little about music, but I am deter- 
mined to study hard this winter, and 
surprise papa when I go home.” 

Isabel tried several times to draw 
Rose’s attention to different articles 
in the room, but the portfolio of ele- 
gant engravings, and some very richly 
illustrated books attracted her the most 
of the evening. 

The time for retiring came, but with 
it no sweet evening hymn, no Bible- 
reading, no warm, heartfelt prayer. 
Rose deeply felt the contrast between 
this magnificent home, and her own 
sweet nest of holy love. 

No sooner was she in her chamber, 
than Isabel began to display her nu- 


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merous dresses, her hats and mantles, 
and costly gifts. 

What do you want with so many 
dresses, Isabel ?” she asked, ‘‘ I should 
think that they would get old-fashioned 
before you are old enough to wear the 
half of them.’’ n 

Isabel laughed at Eose’s simplicity. 

‘‘ What do you mean. Rose ? do you 
suppose that these are intended for my 
coming out?” 

“ Why you certainly don’t wear 
such dresses, Isabel, and you a school- 
girl !” 

“I certainly do. Miss Innocence; 
wouldn’t you like to have some like 
them ? Look at this elegant blue silk? 
it would just suit your style.” 

“ I wear such dresses ! what ever put 
that thought into your head, Isabel ?” 


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45 


and Rose looked all the surprise that 
she expressed. 

“ I mean would you not like to be 
just like Isabel Roscoe, with such a 
rich father, and elegant home, and fine 
dresses? Kow just own the truth. 
Rose?” 

“ No, indeed; I would not give my 
dear Rockdale home, for all that I have 
ever seen or heard of yet, and as to 
fine dresses, Isabel, I desire them less 
than anything in the wide world.” 

“ Let me see what you have brought • 
with you. Rose.” 

“ I have just two mouseline-de- 
laines for school dresses, Isabel, one 
wrapper for my room, one green me- 
rino from last winter, and a beautiful 
new crimson merino which mamma 
made for me.” 

“And is that all, Rose? no silk 


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dress ! how will you ever do without 
one?” 

“ I forgot, Bell, I have one black 
silk waist, and a skirt of blue poplin ; 
and I think I have a very nice ward- 
robe, indeed ; quite enough for me.” 

“ Let me see your hat. Rose.” 

And as she took out her black bea- 
ver, with velvet trimming, and showed 
it to her cousin, Belle could not help 
laughing. 

“ Why, Rose, that is only fit for a 
school hat; what do you expect to wear 
to school, child?” 

“ What I wore in the cars ; I think 
it is quite good enough.” 

“ This will never do. Rose. Mamma 
will not allow her niece to appear in 
such common clothes ; there will have 
to be a change, I can assure you ; the 
!N'ew York girls would all look down 


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47 


upon you, Rose, for the scholars at 
Miss Hart’s are from the first fam- 
ilies.” 

Rose smiled at Isabel’s energy on 
this subject, as she replied, 

“ There is a great difference in the 
means of our parents, Isabel, but I 
have never desired anything better 
than mine can give me, and I am 
perfectly contented and happy in my 
lot.” 

Rose commenced undressing, and 
seating herself at the little table, read 
her chapter in the Bible, and then 
committed herself in holy, humble 
prayer to the keeping of her Father in 
heaven. 

Isabel looked on, for this was all 
new to this spoiled child of the world. 

“ I wonder if she is a Methodist,” 
thought the young girl ; “ but I have 


48 ROSE Delaney’s secret. 

always heard that they are disagree- 
able, and I am sure she is not ; there 
is some secret here ; I wonder what it 
is.” 

Isabel hurried into bed. 

“ Do you never pray, Bell?” asked 
Rose. 

“ Oh, yes ; I always say the Lord’s 
prayer before I go to sleep.” 

‘‘ That is not praying as I have been 
taught. 

“ It is all that I have ever learned, 
and it is quite enough for me.” And 
so the two cousins composed them- 
selves for sleep. 

Mr. Roscoe was quite pleased with 
his little niece, and remarked to his 
wife, 

“ What a well-bred little girl she is! 
but her mother is a very superior 


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49 


woman, and I suppose has trained 
this child very carefully.” 

“ Yes ; I was quite surprised at her 
self-possession, but you know, James, 
that ours is gentle blood, and it will 
show itself.” 

JVext morning. Rose was awaked by 
the (to her) strange cries in the streets 
of Yew York, and as she was accus- 
tomed to early rising, she was soon up 
and dressed. Going to the front win- 
dows, she missed the green trees, the 
sj)ire of the village church, and the 
singing of birds. A feeling of heart- 
yearning for home crept over her, and 
a few tears sprang to her eyes, as she 
thought of dear mamma, and sweet 
sister Mary, who would miss her when 
her eyes first opened in the morning, 
to find that she was alone. 

But taking her Bible, she read her 

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ROSE Delaney’s secret. 


chapter, and spent a sweet season in 
humble prayer, while her cousin still 
slept soundly. 

Long she waited to hear the break- 
fast bell ; a very tedious time it seemed ; 
at length, when it did ring, Isabel 
opened her eyes^, saying, “What are 
you about. Rose?” 

“ I have been dressed for an hour, 
Isabel ; is not that the breakfast-bell?” 

“Why, no, you little simpleton, 
that is the rising bell ; we shall not 
have breakfast for an hour yet ; but go 
down into the library. Rose, you will 
find plenty of amusement there.” 
Taking her cousin’s hint, Rose sought 
the room, and there met her father. 

“ This is very ditferent from home, 
papa; I am sure it is almost two 
hours later than our breakfast time.” 

“ Yes, my dear, city customs are not 


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51 


like ours; but you must try to con- 
form to them without complaint.” 

“ I shall do so, but I fear that I shall 
miss the helps that I have had at 
home in living a Christian life. If 
those around me are full of worldli- 
ness, I shall be in danger of falling 
into their ways.” 

“You certainly will be thus tempted, 
Rose, and you will have need to watch 
yourself closely lest you yield. But 
with watchfulness and prayer on your 
part, I do not fear for you. God’s aid 
is ever ready and sufficient for those 
who seek it. Be on your guard 
against the temptation to neglect 
prayer and your Bible. 

“ A prayerful heart is not easily led 
astray. With the presence of God 
remembered and enjoyed, the world 


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cannot gain an entrance at the door 
of the Christian soul.” 

Mr. Delaney’s duties called him 
home. After breakfast, Rose found 
herself quite alone ; for no loneliness 
is like that where the heart has no- 
thing to rest upon, and Rose soon felt 
that there was but little communion 
of spirit for her in Aunt Roscoe’s 
splendid dwelling. 


CHAPTER IV. 

CITY AMUSEMENTS. 

“ What say you to a drive ?” asked 
Aunt Roscoe, “ you must see our lions, 
Rose/’ 

“It would give me great pleasure, 
dear aunt ; at what time must I be 
ready ?” 

“About eleven o’clock. We will 
drive to the Central Park this morn- 
ing.” 

At the appointed hour, Rose, in 
company with her aunt and cousin, 
entered an elegant barouche with 
coachman and footman. Her plain 
costume contrasted strongly with the 

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54 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

rich carriage dress of her relatives, 
hut she was too much interested in the 
new scenes which surrounded her, to 
he much affected hy these things. 

On reaching the Park, her delight 
was unbounded, for she was a lover 
of the beauties of nature. The paths, 
the lakes, the ramble, the beautiful 
swans, the hill and dale on this bright 
morning, actually transported our 
country girl. She listened with sur- 
prise to her cousin’s remarks, not with 
reference to the beauties which met 
them everywhere, but about the peo- 
ple whom they met in their equipa- 
ges. 

There, Rose ! did you see that lady 
who just passed us?” 

“What lady, Bell?” was the inno- 
cent reply. 

“ The one with that elegant hat, and 


CITY AMUSEMENTS. 


55 


superb mantle; that was the great 
belle, Mrs. Sorelle.” 

“ I did not observe her, Bell ; I was 
looking at these lovely pictures.” 

“What pictures do you see. Rose?” 

“ Pictures of everything that is 
lovely; the bright sky, the smooth, 
green grass, the hill and dale, the 
beautiful swans ; I cannot think of any- 
thing else, Bell.” 

“Well! you are a strange girl. Rose; 
one would think that you had been 
accustomed all your life to elegance.” 

“ I have not. Cousin Bell, but 
mamma has told me so much about 
the folly of mere outside show, that I 
am really more interested by beautiful 
flowers and scenery, than by fine 
dresses.” 

“ Don’t you admire our horses. 
Rose ? they are considered magnifi- 


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cent, by good judges. Papa gave three 
thousand dollars for them.’^ 

“ They are handsome animals, Bell, 
and I certainly do admire them, 
and these carriages are very grand; 
but I suppose that you will laugh 
again, when I say that I would not 
give our good old Bob, and our little 
rockaway, for all the splendid vehicles 
that I have seen in the Park.” 

“Why do you think so much of 
your old country horse and wagon. 
Rose ?” 

Rose turned her beaming eyes upon 
her cousin’s face, as she replied, 

“ As long as I remember, we have 
used the same carriage, and good old 
Bob is just like a friend ; he is just as 
wise as a dog, and knows us all — to 
be sure he is not very handsome, and 
he is growing old now, but he is very 


CITY AMUSEMENTS. 57 

good and kind, and has been a faithful 
horse to dear papa.” 

Bell listened with amazement, for 
she could not imagine how a simple 
country girl could possibly see all the 
splendor of city life, and not be filled 
with envj. 

She did not know the secret of that 
love of Grod which so filled Rose’s 
young heart as to shut out every en- 
vious thought; for had she not the 
wealth of domestic love, and the sure 
hope of a mansion in the skies ! 
Could the butterfly revelling in all the 
freedom of its new existence, envy the 
grub in its chrysalis state ? or could 
the inheritor of a crown of glory, envy 
the possessor of that which must per- 
ish in the using ? Poor Isabel ! how 
little she knew of the exquisite delight 
with which Rose drank in at every 


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sense the beauty by which she was 
surrounded. 

“ Thank you, dear aunt,” said the 
young girl, “ for this charming ride ; 
what would I give if dear papa and 
mamma, and sister Mary could have 
been with us in the carriage.” 

“ JSTow my dear,” said Mrs. Roscoe, 
‘‘ we will take a ride down Broadway; 
your hat will do very well for school, 
but you must have something a little 
more tasteful, if you would be a com- 
I)anion of Isabel. 

‘‘ Do you think it necessary, aunt,” 
said Rose ; “ mamma is very averse to 
showy dress for a plain country min- 
ister’s daughter. 

“ But remember, while you are with 
us, you are my niece, and Isabel’s 
cousin, and must appear accordingly.” 

Stopping at a fashionable milliner’s, 


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59 


Mrs. Roscoe tried on a variety of 
beautiful hats, all richly trimmed with 
feathers and flowers. 

“ That is very becoming,” said Bell. 

“ This will never do, dear aunt. I 
know mamma would disapprove of such 
ahat for me ; pray let me choose a plainer 
one and Rose selected a simple hat 
with a bunch of fall flowers ; then a 
neat black silk was added to her ward- 
robe ; and she was glad when she felt 
that the scrutiny of her dress was 
over at least for to-day. 

In a few days. Bell informed her 
cousin that she expected a few young 
friends to spend the evening with her. 

“ Put on your best dress. Rose, for 
these young ladies dress in the height 
of fashion.” 

I will wear my poplin skirt and 
white body. Will that do, Bell?” 


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“ It will be very different from the 
rest, Rose.” 

The young ladies assembled, about 
ten in number, dressed in rich silks, 
with hair enclosed in nets ornamented 
with crystal beads, some with wax, 
and all loaded with jewelry. 

There was one young girl about her 
own age, in company with a lady, 
whose appearance at once attracted 
Rose; Miss Mary Gibson, and her 
niece, Emily, both dressed in simple 
second mourning. 

Rose sat apart from the giddy group, 
listening to the empty talk of the friv- 
olous girls ; several of whom were 
introduced to the country cousin. 
They conversed about the opera, the 
theatre, and the fashions ; but finding 
her utterly unacquainted with any of 
these follies, they voted her quite a 


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61 


quiz, and left Rose, much to her joy, 
to the comj)anionship of Miss Gibson 
and her niece. 

This lady was delighted Avith the 
intelligence of her companion, for she 
manifested familiarity with the best 
writers, and was quite at home with 
English poetry. ^ 

Turning over the leaves of the port- 
folio which lay on the parlor table, 
she seemed at once to recognize many 
of the loA^ely scenes there portrayed, 
for she had read extensively with her 
father, and exhibited marks of a 
highly cultivated taste for one so 
young. 

“ Where did you go to school, my 
dear?” inquired the lady. 

“ I have had small advantages nf 
that kind in a country village. Miss 
Gibson ; but I have been favored with 


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a very superior teacher in my dear 
father, the pastor of Rockdale. From 
my earliest days, I have spent a couple 
of hours daily in his study.” 

The young people looked on sur- 
prised at the notice bestowed upon 
the country girl, for Miss Gibson was 
a lady of very exalted character and 
intelligence, and when they saw Rose 
conversing with such ease in her 
presence, they suddenly acquired re- 
spect for her, and did not think her 
quite so stupid, although she could 
not discuss the fashions. Uncle Roscoe 
was highly gratified, for he had an 
excellent opinion of Miss Gibson’s in- 
telligence, and considered her public 
notice quite a compliment. 

Several of the young ladies per- 
formed with great brilliancy on the 
piano ; and when Miss Gibson asked 


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63 


Rose if she played, she replied with 
great simplicity, 

“I have but little scientific know- 
ledge of music. Miss Gibson ; but I 
love it passionately, and am here for 
the purpose of improving my know- 
ledge.” 

“ Do you sing, my dear?” 

“Yes, to please my father, Miss 
Gibson.” 

“ Will you not sing to please me?” 

“ Among all these fashionable 
girls ?” 

“Does your niece sing, Mr. Ros- 
coe ?” asked the lady. 

“ She is a wood-lark. Miss Gibson ; 
she pleases me;” and Mr. Roscoe 
placed Rose at the instrument. 

Somewhat embarrassed, she com- 
menced her prelude (for she heard 
whispers about the country girl,) but 


64 ROSE Delaney’s secret. 

when her lovely voice poured forth its 
volume of delicious melody, the whole 
room was silent ; and as she sang song 
after song at the request of her com- 
panions, little as there was of scien- 
tific cultivation, there was music in 
her sweet songs that touched the 
heart. 

Ida Nevins felt quite convinced that 
she might patronize Rose Delaney, as 
Miss Gihson, a member of one of the 
very oldest families in JN’ew York, had 
evidently taken her under her wing. 
At the close of the evening, she in- 
vited Rose, in her most gracious man- 
ner, to make her acquaintance. 

For a few minutes, she endured 
Ida’s frivolity ; but at the earliest op- 
portunity turned again to Miss Gibson. 
Ida was chagrined, for she was bent 
upon condescension to Rose. 


CHAPTER V. 


NEW WOBZn FOB BOSE. 

On Monday morning, Mrs. Roscoe 
summoned Rose to accompany her to 
Miss Hart’s seminary, a very fashion- 
able establishment in the upper part 
of the city. 

A pleasant lady, with polished man- 
ners, met them in the parlor. She 
was at once prepossessed by the mo- 
dest deportment of the new jDupil, and 
by her intelligent answers to the few 
questions addressed to her by the 
principal. 

Rose also was attracted towards the 
mild, benevolent-looking lady, who 

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welcomed her so kindly to “ Edgeworth 
Hall.” ^ 

“ My niece is a simple country girl, 
Miss Hart,” said her aunt, “ and I 
desire that her manners should be 
particularly cultivated, for you will 
find her somewhat rustic among city 
girls.” 

“I shall bestow the utmost pains, 
Mrs. Roscoe, upon the cultivation of 
her mind and heart. I have always 
found this to be the real source of all 
true refinement.” 

“ Good-morning, my dear,” said 
Mrs. Roscoe, as she took her leave. 

Miss Hart then led the way to the 
school-room. Accompanied by her 
cousin Isabel, she entered a large and 
elegant* school-room, with long rows 
of desks and chairs, at which were 
seated a crowd of young ladies, with 


A NEW WORLD FOR ROSE. 67 

eyes turned, some inquiringly, others 
impertinently upon the new comer. 

It was an embarrassing position to 
Rose Delaney, but she advanced with 
a blushing cheek, and downcast eye to 
the seat appointed; and placed near 
her cousin, she felt somewhat pro- 
tected. 

After the opening exercises, she oc- 
cupied herself in looking around upon 
the company. They were generally 
from among the higher classes, richly, 
but neatly dressed, for Miss Hart had 
the sense to discourage the use of or- 
naments among school girls. 

Two young girls, however, attracted 
Rose’s especial notice. They were 
tall and showy, with rather coarse 
features, and hair most elaborately 
dressed; attired in handsome flounced 
silk, with silk aprons, heavily trimmed. 


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a profusion of jewelry, and gold 
watches and trinkets. 

Observing that Rose’s attention was 
directed to these young ladies, Isabel 
whispered, 

“ Shoddy ! their father was an 
army-contractor for beef ; he was origi- 
nally a butcher ; they are out of place, 
here.” 

Glancing quietly around still far- 
ther, Rose was attracted by a modest- 
looking young girl, dressed in deep 
mourning. Rose thought she looked 
lonely and sad ; and when seated by 
her in one of the classes, she was 
greatly interested by her quick, intel- 
ligent answers, and perfect recita- 
tions. 

After an examination, Rose’s studies 
were appointed, and much to her de- 
light, she found that she would occupy 


A NEW WORLD FOR ROSE. 69 

a place near Mary Tremain in many 
of her classes. 

Much to Isabel’s mortification, her 
Cousin Rose occupied higher classes 
in every branch of an English educa- 
tion ; in music, only, did Isabel excel. 

Intermission came, and Rose over- 
heard many of the whispers of the 
girls, concerning the new scholar. 

‘‘Who is she?” whispered one. 

“ A country cousin of Bell Roscoe,” 
answered another. 

“We shall have some fun with 
her,” said a third. 

Contriving to draw near, the same 
group surrounded Rose. 

“Who is your dress-maker. Miss 
Rose, — Madame Le Mar, or Robert?” 

“ Madame Delaney,” was the quiet 
answer, with a roguish smile ; “ did 
you ever hear of her?” 


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‘‘ N’o, indeed, she must be a new 
modiste; where does she live?” 

“ In the village of Rockdale, young 
ladies. Who is the teacher of good 
manners in New York ?” 

As the young rustic was turning 
the tables upon them, they turned to 
another topic, one of them asking, 

“Who was your music teacher in 
Rockdale ?” 

“Wrens and wild-robins, young 
ladies ; who is yours ?” 

“ Professor Rondolino ; he is splen- 
did. Can you sing?” 

“Yes, a little; but I expect to do 
something in that branch before I re- 
turn.” 

“ Won’t you sing for us ?” said one, 
winking at her companions. 

Rose was in a merry mood, and a 
she saw that they wished to be amused 


A NEW WOKLD FOR ROSE. 71 

she was determined to gratify them, 
and so she warbled forth in her own 
wild notes, the Shadow Song ; she had 
heard it several times, and having a 
remarkable ear, she had caught much 
of its beauty, although not in perfec- 
tion. 

They listened quite surprised, for no 
such voice could be found among Miss 
Hart’s scholars. JN’o sooner had she 
finished, than away she darted, leaving 
them quite baffled in their attempts 
to intimidate the country girl. 

Laughing cheerily, away she went 
in search of the young girl in mourn- 
ing. She found her entirely alone, no 
one seeming to notice her. Taking 
her by the arm, she shared her lunch 
with the solitary child ; and entering 
into conversation, soon found that she 
would be a most congenial companion. 


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Rose liad made a decided impression 
among the girls. 

“ That’s capital !” said Lizzie Bond, 
as Rose finished her song, and ran 
away. “ You need not try your games 
on that girl, I can tell you ; she is a 
match for you, though she is a country 
girl.” 

“ Well, Rose ! what did you think 
of the school?” said Bell, on their 
walk home. 

“ Miss Hart is charming ; I know 
that I shall love her dearly ; and Mary 
Tremaine is a little gem.” 

“ Do you know who she is. Rose?” 
asked her cousin. 

“All I know, is that she seemed 
very modest and intelligent, and ne- 
glected by the girls.” 

“ She is a charity scholar of Miss 
Hart ; her mother is a lady, and has 


A NEW WORLD FOR ROSE. 73 : 

seen better days, and was an intimate 
friend of Miss Hart in early youth. 
Mrs. Tremaine has seen great trouble, 
is very poor, and supports herself now 
by dress-making; through Miss Hart’s 
influence, she has some of the best 
patronage of JN’ew York; but that 
places Mary Tremaine wholly out of 
our sphere, Rose.” 

“ She is not out of mine, Isabel. 
Misfortunes do not change a really 
refined nature, and I doubt not that 
Mary Tremaine is greatly the superior 
of hosts of those who look down upon 
her.” 

“ Did you observe the two Shoddys, 
Rose?” 

“ Yes ; poor things ! I suppose that 
their parents imagine fine dress and 
rich jewelry make the lady.” 

“ Their names are Kate and Caro- 


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line Jenkins; they are very stupid; 
Miss Hart will never make anything 
of them but coarse, vulgar girls.” 

“You can see at a glance, Isabel, 
that Mary Tremaine is the child of a 
lady, and it is absurd to look down 
upon her.” 

“ These Jenkins girls have made us 
all sick of wearing jewelry in school ; 
so, you see. Miss Hart has no trouble 
now in persuading us to give it up 
altogether. But what were you laugh- 
ing at. Rose, when those girls were all 
around you ?” 

“ Why, Cousin Bell, they wanted to 
be amused ; they took me for their 
butt, and I gave them something to 
think about.” 

“ I saw that they looked a little 
crest-fallen when you ran away ; I did 
not think that you could turn quiz, 


A NEW WOKLD FOR ROSE. 75 

Rose ; but let us stop here,” said Bell, 
“ 1 want a saucer of ice-cream,” and 
she conducted her cousin to one of the 
lushionable saloons of the city. 

Rose looked amazed at the large 
sums of money which Isabel carried in 
her porte-monnaie. She treated Rose 
to ice-cream, and then bought a large 
quantity of cake and candy for home 
consumption. 

Rose expressed surprise that Bell 
should spend so much money in this 
foolish way. 

‘‘Do you never buy good things. 
Rose ?” asked her cousin. 

“ I could not afford it, if I wished 
to,” was the reply, “for all that I have 
for spending-money is five dollars, 
and I must be very careful of that, 
Bell.” 

“What do you mean to do with it?” 


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asked her cousin, with an amused look 
upon her face. 

“ To buy music, and some little per- 
sonal matters that I may need.” 

“ Mamma will not allow that, Rose; 
your music will all be charged in your 
school-bill ; and as for personal mat- 
ters, such as pins, soap, &c., you will 
always be well supplied; so, little cou- 
sin, you can do what you please with 
your five dollars.” 

“But, really. Bell, do you never 
think of the account that we must 
render for the use of money, as well 
as of time ?” 

“All the account I keep is with 
papa, who allows me twenty dollars a 
month, to do just as I please with.” 

“ But I mean the great account, 
Bell, that w’e must give at the last 
day.” 


A NEW WORLD FOR ROSE. 77 

‘‘ That is much too serious a matter 
for girls to think about, Rose.” 

Girls sometimes die, dear cousin ; 
then the great account must come.” 

“You make me tremble. Rose, with 
such serious thoughts.” 

“ Better to tremble now. Bell, when 
you can change your course, than to 
mourn forever when it is all too late.” 


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CHAPTER VI. 

A SVNDAT AT ATTNT ItOSCOWS. 

The sound of Sabbath bells ringing 
on the air from some of the city 
churches, awakens Rose at an early 
hour. Arising, she dresses herself, 
and seated at her little table, reads 
her Bible, and attends to her morning 
duties. 

But it was all so different from 
Rockdale. There, the fresh green 
trees, the smiling sky, the singing 
birds, the soft morning bells; here, 
the rows of dark brown houses, a little 
strip of sky, the long, hard, stone 
pavement, the milk-men, with their 

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A SUNDAY AT AUNT ROSCOE’S. 79 

strange cry, tlie silent house, where 
even the servants were not yet astir. 

Seated at the window, she listens to 
the chimes, for they remind her of 
the sweet music at the village church, 
and the holy atmosphere of her peace- 
ful home. 

After an hour’s musing thus, the 
first bell rings, and Isabel awakes. 

“ What are you doing at this early 
hour. Rose?” 

“ I thought it was time to be up ; 
and I enjoy the early morning; it is 
so quiet.” 

“We are one hour later on Sunday 
morning. Rose ; it will be very tedious 
to wait so long.” 

“Don’t you go to Sunday-school, 
Isabel ?” 

“Tfo, indeed,” replied her cousin. 


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I 

‘‘ that we leave for the children of the 
poor.” 

‘‘We all attend at Rockdale; I have 
such a nice class of little girls ; I wish 
that I could see them to-day.” 

Just before church hour, the carriage 
drove up to the door ; and dressed as 
though for a concert-room, the family 
went to the house of God. 

A fashionable church, worship which 
seemed like proxy, a short, unpracti- 
cal sermon, was a sad contrast to the 
spiritual worship, and the heavenly- 
minded teaching of her father’s min- * 
istrations, and Rose longed for the 
sweet rest of the dear village church. 

In the course of the day, Rose 
heard the chambermaid talking about 
a Mission church, not far off. After 
making a few inquiries, she asked 
permission to go there in the after- 


A SUNDAY AT AUNT BOSCOE’S. 81 

noon. Situated in the midst of a 
shady yard, overgrown with ivy, it 
really did remind her of the quiet 
country. 

The parsonage was under the same 
roof with the church, and when the 
minister’s family entered so reverently, 
and took their seats in the family pew. 
Rose was forcibly reminded of her 
own sweet home, and was drawn at 
once to this humble parish. 

The music was gentle, all uniting in 
it; the sermon was loving, holy, full 
of the Master’s spirit. 

After church, as Rose was passing 
out of the door, Mr. Morton, the pas- 
tor, approached her, and extending a 
hand, greeted the young girl kindly, 
for he had observed the reverent de- 
votion and attention of the stranger. 

The next Sunday, she 'asked permis- 


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sion to go again; and enrolling her 
name as a member of the Young- 
Ladies’ Bible class, felt very happy. 
Mr. Morton soon discovered that she 
was the daughter of a clergyman, and 
sought her out as a member of the 
flock. 

Mrs. Roscoe laughed at her simpli- 
city. 

“And so. Rose, you really prefer 
the tame worship of that obscure place, 
to the grand services of our family 
church.” 

“ I really do, Aunt Roscoe, for papa 
has always taught me that a simple 
Gospel is before all things, in our 
choice of a place of worship.” 

“ Mr. Morton is really an excellent 
man. Rose, but he is chiefly inter- 
ested in the poor. Whenever there i^ 
any great work of benevolence, he i^ 


A SUNDAY AT AUNT ROSCOE’S. 83 

the one to whom all look for counsel ; 
and he is, moreover, a man of culti- 
vated taste, fond of music, and the 
fine arts.” 

The good pastor was greatly inter- 
ested in our young friend, and observ- 
ing her charming voice, ofiered her 
the best instruction on the organ, if 
she Avoiild become a member of the 
choir. Rose was but too glad to em- 
brace the offer, for this was one of her 
darling projects, to play well enough 
to take the place of organist in her 
father’s church. 

It is true that it would add another 
study to her list, but as she was al- 
ready a good English scholar, one of 
those studies was dropped, and an 
early morning hour, and another in 
the evening devoted to her new branch. 

Rose had permission to practice on 


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the church organ, and daily did the 
good man step out of his study to 
overlook his protege’s improvement. 

How pleased papa will he, if I can 
only take charge of the music,” said 
Rose, to the good pastor. 

“There is every reason to believe 
that you may, my dear; we have a 
book of Gregorian chants; they are 
very simple, and will no doubt be the 
most suitable for a country parish ; let 
us try one.” 

Seating himself at the organ, he 
tried one, and Rose’s lovely voice, ac- 
companied by the pastor’s fine tenor, 
made really delightful music. 

“That will just suit papa,” said 
Rose ; “ I am determined to learn them 
all before he comes.” 

Mr. Morton smiled at her enthusi- 


asm. 


A SUNDAY AT AUNT KOSCOE’S. 85 

‘‘ Don’t undertake too much, my 
child,” was the answer. 

“ I’ll learn very fast, Mr. Morton, 
and when I have such an object in 
view, I am sure to succeed.” 

“ God bless you, my child ; it is a 
great privilege to serve in any capacity 
in our Father’s house, and this office 
seems peculiarly from heaven.” 

Aunt Roscoe could not but admire 
Rose’s perseverance and industry in 
the pursuit of her studies, and thought 
that she began to see the benefit of 
such association, in Isabel’s increased 
interest in her duties as a scholar. 
Almost unconsciously Isabel began to 
imitate Rose’s diligence. 

When she first entered her aunt’s 
family, Rose was daily pained by Isa- 
bel’s idleness ; for frequently she would 
go to school without one recitation 
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86 


ROSE Delaney’s secret. 


perfectly prepared, and snatching in- 
tervals between the class -hours, would 
gather a few desultory ideas, but gen- 
erally failed at the end. 'Now Isabel 
would seek her cousin’s aid. 

“ Rose, won’t you see if I am pre- 
pared with my Latin exercise cor- 
rectly.” 

“ With pleasure, dear Bell,” and 
most patiently would she correct all 
her mistakes, giving her reasons, and 
making everything so plain. 

Many a time was Ida IN'evins mor- 
tified by Bell’s refusal to leave her 
studies. 

“ I do believe that Rose Delaney is 
trying to make you as great a book- 
worm as she is. I don’t see any use 
of so much study ; you can be just as 
much admired without all this trou- 
ble.” 


A SUNDAY AT AUNT ROSCOE’S. 87 

feel ashamed, Ida, of my igno- 
rance ; I know that I shall never be 
such an intelligent woman as Rose, 
but I am determined not to be such 
an ignoramus as some of our set.” 

“Well! good-bye. Bell, you are 
welcome to your musty books.” 

Rose was everywhere a great favor- 
ite in her aunt’s family, for her gentle, 
lady-like deportment made her popu- 
lar in the kitchen as in the parlor. 
Jane was her especial favorite. One 
morning, after breakfast, Isabel passed 
her cousin on the stair-case with a nice 
little waiter, on which she carried a 
cup of hot tea and some toast. 

““Where are you going. Rose?” 
asked her cousin, quite surprised. 

“ I am taking this to Jane ; she is 
very sick.” 

“ Really, Rose, when we consider 


88 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

Ilow many servants there are, I think 
that you need not turn waiter.” 

“You know, Isabel, how long she 
might have to wait ; and she is so good 
and kind to me, that it really is no 
trouble to carry her a cup of tea,” and 
Rose smilingly passed on. 

Isabel stood looking at her cousin. 
There was so much to wonder at in 
her daily life ; what could be the secret 
which ruled her actions ? Rose Dela- 
ney was so different from all whom she 
had ever met before. So humble ; so 
contented ; so much respected by every 
one who knew her ; performing what 
Isabel considered a menial office, and 
yet certainly not degraded! Isabel 
Roscoe was sure of that ; but the se- 
cret of all this difference ; what could 
it be ? Isabel often asked the question. 


CHAPTER VII. 

ISABEUS PAMTT. 

Isabel’s sixteenth birth-day is 
drawing near; and it is to be cele- 
brated in great style. 

‘‘Just think, Rose!” said her cousin, 
“ I am to have a splendid party ; papa 
says that I may invite as many as I 
please, and have everything just my 
own way.” 

“Will it not hinder your studies, 
Isabel?” asked her simple-hearted 
cousin. 

“ If that is not just like a real old 
woman. Rose! To be sure it will 
interfere with my studies for two 

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weeks, at least. I shall think of no- 
thing else for a week before, and it will 
take me another week to get over it.” 

“ And do you think that* the plea- 
sure will pay for the loss?” 

“I don’t calculate in that way, Rose; 
I am for the pleasure, and am not 
going to think about the loss.” 

The house was one scene of confu- 
sion; shopping, visits to the dress- 
maker’s, orders for refreshments, mak- 
ing out lists to be invited, directing 
the cards, talking day and night about 
the contemplated pleasure. Truly 
Rose was terribly annoyed by the dis- 
turbance of her quiet, orderly habits. 

The dress was at length sent home, 
and Rose was summoned to the cham- 
ber, to see it spread out upon the bed. 

It was made of tulle, to be worn 
over rose-colored silk, very full, and 


ISABEL’S PAETY. 


91 


trimmed with flounces, richly orna- 
mented by moss rose-buds ; low-necked, 
with short sleeves trimmed with lace, 
and a broad sash, the ends of which 
were also trimmed with tulle and rose- 
buds. * , 

Isabel expected to see Rose go off 
in ecstacies, but not so. 

“ What do you think of it. Rose ?” 

“It is beautiful, certainly, and in 
good taste for a lady of fashion ; but 
you must not scold me for thinking, 
dear, of certain old-fashioned words, 
‘ the vain pomps and vanities of this 
wicked world.’ ” 

“Always something to mar my 
pleasure. Rose ; I think that you might 
keep your thoughts to yourself, if they 
are not any inore agreeable.” 

“ Let me see. Rose, what you have 
to wear on the occasion,” said her 


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aunt, and Mrs. Roscoe could not re- 
strain a smile as her niece brought out 
her crimson merino, high in the neck, 
with neat cuffs and collar. 

“This is all I have, aunt; you know 
mamma has not brought me up for 
balls, and I have always had the sim- 
plest clothes.” 

“You don’t expect to wear this, 
Rose?” said her aunt. 

“Would you care if I should not 
attend?” said Rose, timidly. 

“ JS’ot attend. Rose 1 it would be an 
affront to your cousin, and I should 
take it so. You must be present. 
'Now we must arrange about your 
dress. What do you say to a pink 
silk, with lace skirt? Isabel has one 
that she only wore once ; it can easily 
be altered for you.” 

“ That would not suit mamma’s 


ISABEL’S PARTY. 


93 


ideas, I am sure, Aunt Roscoe ; if I 
must go, please let me wear a simple 
white muslin.’’ 

“ Isabel has a very handsome dress 
of that kind ; I will have it altered for 
you. Rose.” 

The evening at length arrived. Is- 
abel was in a state of high excitement ; 
Mr. Roscoe had sent home a new set 
of jewelry, as his birth- day gift, of 
rubies and pearls ; Isabel was in rap- 
tures. 

“ Are they not splendid ?” said she, 
as she exhibited them to her cousin. 

“ They are, indeed, Isabel. The 
rubies are beautifully cut and set. 
How I should like to see them in their 
natural state; I suppose that they 
would look very different. I really 
should like to have a cabinet of min- 
erals.” 


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“ Rose Delaney ! you are a little 
fool ; or else you are an affected piece 
of simplicity. Do you really mean 
what you say ? Do you care so little 
for such beautiful jewels ?” 

“ There is one pearl of great price, 
Isabel ; I care for that.” 

The hair-dresser soon made her ap- 
pearance. Isabel was dressed most 
elaborately, but Rose would only con- 
sent to have her own natural curls, 
and a few fresh rose-buds. Mrs. Ros- 
coe could not persuade her to wear 
an}^ jewelry, excepting a pretty gold 
necklace, which had once belonged to 
her grandmother, and a pair of brace- 
lets presented by Uncle Roscoe. 

But as they stood dressed in their 
chamber, Rose Delaney, in her girlish 
beauty, with her expression of holy 
innocence, in her pure muslin, was a 


Isabel’s party. 


95 


vision not to be forgotten, as she stood 
admiring, not herself, but her beautiful 
cousin ; so entirely free from envy, so 
guileless in her expressions of admi 
ration. 

Isabel was a noble-looking girl, with 
her fine dark eyes and hair ; her rich 
complexion, now glowing with excite- 
ment, her white neck and arms, and 
elegant dress. Rose looked on with 
wondering delight, and whispered to 
her aunt, 

“ Is she not beautiful ? she looks 
like a princess, don’t she?” 

Mrs. Roscoe listened with gratifica- 
tion to Rose’s expressions; so complete 
an absence of envy as this, is not com- 
mon with girls. 

She kissed her lovely niece as she 
said, 

“You are a darling little rustic, 


96 ROSE Delaney’s secret. 

Rose ! I should like to hear Ida JS’ev- 
ins acknowledge so much.” 

“Why, aunt! won’t she be pleased? 
I thought she was Isabel’s friend. I 
am sure I was always delighted when 
any one admired Annabel Dacre.” 

Aunt Roscoe listened, and wondered 
what was the secret motive which 
swayed Rose Delaney; she certainly 
was unlike girls generally, and her 
worldly aunt could scarcely compre- 
hend the loveliness of that “charity 
which envieth not.” 

The company assembled ; Rose was 
surprised at the manners of the would 
be ladies and gentlemen; so much 
aping of the manners of men and 
women ; such attempts at coquetry ; 
such an absence of the modest inno- 
cence of sweet young girlhood! 

The dancing to her was shocking ; 



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ISABEL’S PAKTY. 


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SO immodest, as she thought in her 
simplicity ! The music was delight- 
ful, and the supper everything that 
could he imagined, wdiere wealth 
poured out its treasures. 

Rose looked around for a compara- 
tively quiet corner, and rambled into 
the conservatory, which opened out on 
a verandah. 

Seated near the entrance was Miss 
Hart, evidently in search of cool and 
quiet also. Rose joined her amongst 
the flowers. It was midnight, and 
both left the heated rooms ; throwing 
a covering around their shoulders, 
they sought the quiet garden ; so cool ! 
so grateful ! after such a scene of gay- 
ety, heat and noise. 

“This does not suit you. Rose,” said 
her friend. 

“ No, ma’am ; I did not wish to ap- 


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pear to night, but Aunt Roscoe in- 
sisted, and I could not well refuse ; 
there is a great deal of beauty, here, 
Miss Hart, but none can equal Cousin 
Isabel, in my eyes.’’ 

The lady looked upon the guileless 
child, and thought how charming was 
the simplicity of her character ; won- 
dering if it were possible that Rose 
did not know how lovely she was. 

Miss Hart had heard more than one 
ask “who was that pretty creature?” 
could it be that Rose had not also 
heard the compliments. 

Just then, she remarked, “ I wonder 
how many words of sense have been 
spoken here to-night ; such silly com- 
pliments ; but everybody comes in for 
a share, even people who are quite 
plain, so we know how much truth 
there is in their silly speeches.” 


ISABEL’S PARTY. 


99 


‘‘I suppose, then, Rose, that you 
have heard some concerning your- 
self.” 

Rose blushed, as she replied archly, 

“ If I had stayed to listen, I should 
have laughed in George Houghton’s 
face, when he lisped out his flat non- 
sense.” 

Rose quietly slipped away before 
the guests had all retired, and in the 
quiet of her room, tried to gather to- 
gether her thoughts, for evening devo- 
tion. But the sound of the music, 
the gas-lights, the glittering dress, the 
flying figures would keep dancing be- 
fore her imagination, and she was 
fully convinced that the giddiness of 
the ball-room, was no preparation for 
the holy quiet of prayer and praise. 

At a very late, or rather a very 


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ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 


early morning hour, Isabel entered 
the chamber, and awoke Rose. 

She was wearied, listless, and dis- 
contented ; and as she undressed, gave 
vent to many a complaint about the 
annoyances of the evening. 

“Did you observe Ida JN'evins?” 
said Isabel, “ how she manoeuvered 
all the evening to keep Charles Dennis 
in her train ? he only danced with me 
once, and I know that he was coming 
to ask me two or three times, when 
Ida stopped him by all manner of 
contrivances, the mean thing!” 

“I thought Ida was your friend, Is- 
abel,” replied Rose. 

“ So she is, but I don’t like to see 
her trying to draw away attention from 
me. I ought to have been the belle 
of the evening, for was it not my 
birth-day?” 


ISABEL’S PAKTY. 


101 


“ Were you not pleased to see Ida 
admired ? I always liked everybody 
to love my friend, Annabel Dacre, and 
loved those best who were most atten- 
tive to her.’’ 

‘‘ Oh ! you are one of the saints, Rose ; 
just a country simpleton ! I don’t pre- 
tend to be more than human and not 
to care whether I am admired or not. 
And then I was so angry with Matilda 
Russell ; to come dressed in real point- 
lace and diamonds ; I wore nothing- 
hut tulle and rubies. I believe she 
just tried to outdo me, for I told her 
what I should wear,” and Isabel, tired 
and nervous, cried with vexation. 

Rose listened, and thought of all 
the money that had been spent, and 
the time that had been wasted, to grat- 
ify her cousin, when all that remained 
of the evening’s pleasure was the bit- 

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ROSE Delaney’s secret. 


terness of envy, and the weariness of 
discontent. ' 

Isabel hurried into bed, and contin- 
ued for some time to distress her 
cousin by her complaints, until wearied 
out, she fell asleep, and did not wake 
until a very late hour in the morning, 
with pale cheeks, heavy eyes, and 
worn-out frame and spirits. 

“ Well, Rose ! what did you think 
of the ball?” asked her aunt, as they 
met the morning after the entertain- 
ment. 

Rose smiled, and said, You must 
pardon me, aunt, but I think that 
mamma is wise in classing it among 
the vanities, that we are called upon 
to renounce, dear aunt.” 

“Did you enjoy it, Isabel?” asked 
her father. 

The young lady was lying wearily 


ISABEL’S PARTY. 


103 


upon a lounge in the sitting-room ; and 
replied, 

I should have been perfectly 
happy, papa, if Matilda Russell had 
not worn point-lace and diamonds.” 

Here was the old story of Haman 
and Mordecai once more ; always to 
be repeated in scenes of worldly mirth 
and vanity. 

Oh ! for Rose Delaney’s secret ! for 
that satisfying love of God and holi- 
ness, which leaves nothing to be envied 
in the lot of others. Isabel glanced 
towards her cousin’s serene, peaceful, 
countenance, and could not but con- 
trast it with her own discontent and 
peevishness. Would that she could 
understand the blessedness of that 
charity which envieth not.” 


CHAPTER Vllt. 

ISAMJEZ woni):ebs. 

Christmas is approaching ; and 
Rose is thinking about the happy 
season at home ; Isabel, of the costly 
presents which she is to give and 
receive. Rose is busy every evening, 
making up some simple gifts of love ; 
Isabel, contriving how to outvie Ida 
Nevins and Matilda Russell in the 
costliness of her gifts. 

The young girls are out on a shop- 
ping exhibition. Isabel tries to dazzle 
Rose with the splendor at Ball and 
Black’s, but simple little Rose is too 
busy with her pleasant thoughts of 

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ISABEL WONDEBS. 


105 


how she shall contrive to do the most 
wdth her five dollars, to be overpow- 
ered by the blaze of jewelry. 

“ What are you going to do with 
that black velvet, and white silk. 
Rose?” said her cousin. 

“ You will see. Bell,” was the reply, 
as a bright smile flitted over the young 
face ; and some pretty colored zephyrs 
and ribbons were added to her pur- 
chases. 

“ How much is left of your five 
dollars. Rose?” asked Isabel. 

“ Ten cents,” was the laughing reply. 

“ Papa told me to give you ten dol- 
lars, Rose ; he knows how much you 
would like to send some gifts home, 
and really, five dollars now will not 
purchase much.” 

“Uncle Roscoe is very good,” re- 
plied Rose • “ now I can get a set of 


106 EOSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

books for papa, that I have been look- 
ing at for a month past; he has wanted 
them so long ; and I can get a new cap 
for mamma ; she has not had one for 
six months. I am so thankful, Isa- 
bel,” and Rose hurried on to the book- 
store, and ordered the books; then, 
after selecting the cap for her mother, 
returned with tripping feet and beam- 
ing face, a happy girl that afternoon. 

“It is exactly what I wanted, dear 
uncle ; I am so much better pleased, 
than if it had been for myself.” 

“ I know’ that. Rose, and I thought 
that I would give you the opportunity 
of full enjoyment.” 

“What in the world are you doing?” 
said Bell, as she saw Rose’s scissors 
busy with the velvet and silk ; “ are 
you making a cap for IJncle Delaney’s 
study ?” 


ISABEL WONDERS. 


107 


Rose laughed heartily. ^N'o, cou- 
sin, that will do for old gentlemen who 
either have catarrh in the head, or 
bald pates ; my father has neither ; he 
has the most beautiful soft brown 
hair ; this is for a sermon-case, for his 
is entirely worn out.” 

A breakfast-shawl for dear mamma, 
a tasteful hood, trimmed with blue rib- 
bon, for Mary Bell, were added as the 
work of her own fingers. 

When the handiwork was all done, 
then came the packing of the box; the 
books, the cap, the shawl, the hood; a 
box of bonbons and a handsome set 
of sleeves and dollar, from Mrs. Ros- 
coe, a winter dress for Mary Bell, a 
porte-monnaie, with a fifty dollar note, 
from Mr. Roscoe, to the good pastor, 
and last, not least, some pretty re- 
membrances of the servants, and some 


108 KOSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

cliarming books from Isabel to her 
little cousin. 

Rose’s eyes were glistening with 
tears of joy, when the last nail was 
driven, and the address to the ‘‘ Rev. 
G-. Delaney, Rockdale,” painted on the 
box. 

Rose was playful as a kitten all 
that evening; her innocent expressions 
of delight were in the highest degree 
amusing to her aunt and uncle; to 
them, these simple gifts of love seemed 
so trifling. f 

Christmas-eve came at length ; the 
ringing of the door-bell kept a con- 
stant excitement in the drawing-room ; 
every five minutes some elegant gift 
was arriving either for Isabel or her 
parents. 

Isabel was enraptured with her ele- 
gant jewelry ; a complete set of dia- 


ISABEL WONDERS. 


109 


monds from her father, a superb en- 
amelled set of agate and pearls from 
her mother, a richly gilt fan from Ida 
Xeviiis, who was sure of something 
more elegant in return ; a rose- wood 
dressing-case, inlaid with pearl, from 
another, a handsome breast-pin from 
a friend, a diamond ring, anonymous, 
and a box of superfine kid gloves; 
thus are the rich laden with costly 
gifts. 

Rose congratulated her cousin on 
her elegant gifts, but she was equally 
pleased with a set of furs from Uncle 
Roscoe, a new cloak from her aunt, a 
beautiful breastpin, and a handsomely- 
bound set of the poets from Isabel. 

But in the midst of this shower of 
gifts, Rose’s heart was turning to the 
home-circle at Rockdale ; and in ima- 
gination she pictured the scene in the 
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kitchen, where she was always allowed 
to come on Christmas-eve. 

She saw Betty, busy with the 
dough-nuts and the Christmas- cake, 
little Mary Bell flitting around, and 
jumping away from the crackling fat, 
papa and mamma, so busy in the jDar- 
lor, hanging the evergreens, and plant- 
ing the Christmas-tree in the large 
box ready to receive the glories of 
Christmas gifts. She heard papa 
summon Mary Bell, and saw her 
somewhat reluctantly mount the stair- 
case earlier than common, loth to 
miss these mysterious rites in the 
parlor. 

She saw her darling run back two 
or three times to get a last kiss, slyly 
taking a peep at the numerous bun- 
dles wrapped up in brown paper, lying 
all about. 


ISABEL WONDERS. 


Ill 


“ There ! go off, little fairy,” says 
j)apa, for the last time, ‘‘we have a 
great deal of work to-night.” 

Then came the dressing of the tree; 
for the good people of the congrega- 
tion always remembered the pastor’s 
family on Christmas-eve ; and then 
Rose imagined the delight with which 
her presents were received, for they 
would be there in time. 

- She saw the hanging of the stocking 
for Mary Bell, and wondered if they 
would hang hers too ; yes ! there it 
hangs by the side of her little sister’s. 

Another sharp ring at the front door 
disturbs Rose’s reverie; and Patrick 
enters with a rough box, evidently 
from a distance. One glance is enough 
for Rose ; her own name, in dear pa- 
pa’s hand-writing, caused her to rise 
suddenly, and exclaim, 


112 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

“From dear Rockdale,’’ and slie 
kissed the writing, not thinking of the 
smiles indulged in at her expense. 
The box was soon opened, and there 
were Rose’s treasures ! First, some 
branches of holly and bright ber- 
ries, — “This is from the dear old wood 
back of the parsonage,” said Rose. 

Then came a handsome bag of bon- 
bons. 

“ This is from Mary Bell, my dar- 
ling,” said the young girl ; “ she likes 
good things, and I suppose that she 
thinks I do too.” * 

Then a family group, papa, mamma, 
and Mary Bell, a beautifully tinted 
photograph from papa. Rose held 
the picture in her hand, kissing it 
again and again, as tears of joy would 
come, and impede the utterance of all 
her delight; then a handsome Bible 


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from mamma, a large Christmas -cake 
from Betty, the cook, a bag of dough- 
nuts from Bachel, and a beautifully- 
bound book of poetry from Annabel 
Dacre completed her treasures. 

All Isabel’s rich jewelry was wholly 
eclipsed; Bose had eyes for nothing 
else, and when beneath all lay hidden 
a heart-warm letter from papa and 
mamma, and two other little epistles, 
the one from Mary Bell, the other 
from Annabel Dacre, Bose’s joy was 
complete. 

The talk about the quality of the 
diamonds, the brilliancy of the jewels, 
the costliness of each was all lost 
upon Bose. She was in a happ}^ 
kingdom of her own, where she was a 
most true and loyal subject, and papa 
and mamma the reigning monarchs. 


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Isabel looked on and wondered, as she 
had been doing for some months. 

There was not one costly gift in that 
box, but here was Cousin Rose, per- 
fectly enchanted, acting just as if she 
were in fairy land. 

Isabel had not yet learned the secret 
of her happiness; love to God was 
Rose’s highest joy, and overflowing 
love and gratitude to those whom he 
had given, her chief earthly good. 

In a little while, Isabel will begin 
to wonder if Matilda Russell’s dia- 
monds are as beautiful as hers ; per- 
haps they may eclipse them altogether; 
if so, half their charm is gone ; but 
Rose will look at the sweet picture, 
peruse the precious Bible, cherish the 
green holly, read again and again the 
dear letters, and her joy will be pure 
and innocent as now, for “the secret of 


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115 


the Lord is with them that fear him.” 
The secret of happiness and sweet 
content. The Saviour hath said, “ The 
meek shall inherit the earth,” and 
Rose Delaney is in possession of the 
secret inheritance, though Isabel ap- 
pears to the eye of sense to revel in 
its riches. 

Can it be possible that Isabel envies 
Rose Delaney ? if not, why does she 
turn away so listlessly from her splen- 
did gifts ? 

On Christmas afternoon. Rose writes 
her home letter : — 

“You cannot imagine, my dear pa- 
rents, with what joy I hailed the 
precious box ; it arrived just in time, 
on Christmas-eve, and in the midst of 
Isabel’s costly gifts. I was admiring 
their beauty, and congratulating her 
on the possession of such elegant 


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presents ; but the box from Rockdale 
eclipsed all. 

“Do you know, papa, that Isabel 
did not seem so happy after my box 
came ; I wonder what was the reason ; 
there was nothing in it to compare 
with her presents in costliness ; but if 
any of her young friends should have 
gifts more beautiful, her pleasure will 
be gone. 

“ I was so glad to hear that you 
hung up my stocking; how Isabel 
laughed! I suppose that she thinks 
me a baby for being pleased with such 
a trifle. You’ll keep the contents till 
I come home, papa. I have a great 
secret ; you will not know it, until you 
come to take me back' to dear Rock- 
dale, but I can imagine your pleasure 
when you know it, it will delight you 
so much. 


ISABEL WONDERS. 


117 


“ I have such a good, kind friend in 
Mr. Morton, the pastor of the little 
church which I attend; he is so atten- 
tive to me, for he says that he knows 
you, and seems to think so much of 
you, papa. I attend a Bible-class, 
and am a member of the choir. The 
church is a little rural, for it is away 
from the noise of the city, buHt in the 
midst of beautiful grounds, surrounded 
by trees. 

“ And now, dear mamma, you- re- 
member what you told me the night 
before I came away, about envying 
the elegance of my present home. 
There is nothing to envy, for ‘the 
peace that passeth all understanding ’ 
is not here. There is grandeur, it is 
true ; everything that wealth can pur- 
chase; but Uncle Roscoe often wears a 
cloudy brow, and Aunt Roscoe always 


118 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

seems to be wishing for something 
which she has not, while Cousin Isabel 
is frequently discontented, simply be- 
cause some young friend has a hand- 
somer dress, or bonnet, or jewelry than 
she. JN'ow, mamma, there is really 
nothing to envy. Biit do not misunder- 
stand me ; they are all very kind, and 
I am improving, I think, as much as 
you can desire; so say my teachers. 
But when the time comes for me to 
return to Rockdale, you shall see me 
just as loving and contented as ever. 
Grive my warmest love to my darling 
Mary Bell, remember me to Betty 
and Rachel, and write often to your 
ever loving daughter, 

‘‘ Rose Delaney.” 

Isabel is still puzzled about her 
Cousin Rose, and often discusses her 
peculiarities with Ida JN'evins. 


ISABEL WONDERS. 


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‘‘I wish that you had sefen Rose on 
Christmas-eve,'’ said her cousin, “there 
was the table spread wdth my superb 
presents, my diamonds, my agates, 
my magnificent fan, the rose- wood 
dressing-case, and sundry other ele- 
gant things,' and she was actually 
more pleased with the trumpery from 
Rockdale, than with all my gifts put 
together.” 

“ I tell you, Isabel, that she has no 
taste ; she is incapable of appreciating 
such articles.” 

“ There you are mistaken, Ida, her 
taste of the beautiful is good enough. 
When I go with her to the art-gallery, 
she points out beauties that I never 
saw before; and in these articles of 
jewelry, she discerns at once what is 
really handsome ; but she looks upon 
these things just as so many works of 


120 KOSE Delaney’s secret. 

art, not things to be possessed as 
treasures so much as to be admired.” 

“ It would provoke me, Bell, if I 
were in your place, for she has never 
seen such grandeur before, and I have 
never seen one spark of envy yet ; it 
takes away half the pleasure, if one 
cannot make people envious of our 
style.” 

“ I wish that you had seen her the 
first day that she arrived ; I dressed 
myself in one of my most fashionable 
dresses, expecting to see her overcome 
entirely, and ready to sink with bash- 
fulness; she met me just as if she 
were one of us, received my apologies 
quite coolly, took no notice of the 
grandeur around her; she did not 
even ask one question. I drew her 
attention to the paintings in my room, 
which she really criticized with taste, 


ISABEL WONDERS. 


121 


but made no inquiries about their cost. 
When I showed her my splendid 
dresses, she simply wondered what a 
school-girl could want with so many, 
and turned from my splendid jewelry 
to the book-case; just think of that! 
and was really more delighted with 
that old copy of Tennyson, than with 
all the elegantly illustrated volumes 
in the book-case !” 

“What a simpleton she must be, 
Isabel ! I would not waste my time 
upon such a girl, if I were you.’’ 

“ Then her manners at table really 
surprised me; she sat there just as 
cool and quiet as if she had lived here 
always, and received the attentions of 
the waiters with just as much ease as 
a born lady.” 

“How did she ever learn, Isabel?” 
asked Ida. 


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122 


ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 


“ Her mother, in early life, was ac- 
customed to these things, and I sup- 
pose, has taught her. I took her one 
day into the conservatory ; she admired 
the camelias and daphnes, but went 
oif into raptures over some simple 
mignonette and heliotrope, because 
they were her mother’s favorites ; and 
then she really attempted to impress 
me with the superiority of their border 
flowers around the garden at Rock- 
dale; there is no use of comparing 
anything here with that old parson- 
age.” 

“ What can be the reason ?” said 
Ida. 

^ “I suppose it is the way that she 
has been educated. I asked her once, 
how it was that a simple flower 
seemed to give her so much more 
pleasure than all the elegant jewelry 


ISABEL WONDERS. 


123 


that I possess ; she smiled, and said, 
‘ That was a secret which she hoped 1 
would find out some day.’ I must 
say that I don’t understand Rose; 
Miss Hart seems to know all about 
her, for she often holds her up to me 
as an example ; and then her intimacy 
wdth Mary Tremaine is really morti- 
fying.” 

“ I would not allow it, Isabel, for 
she is nothing but a dress- maker’s 
daughter.” 

“ Her mother was Miss Hart’s 
friend, Ida, and she seems pleased 
with the intimacy; beside. Rose is 
rather independent, with all her sweet- 
ness and gentleness. I don’t think 
that she would give up Mary Tremaine 
to please me.” 


CHAPTER IX. 

BUST FIJff^GJEBS, AJ^D SUNNY SMIZES, 

“ Miss Rose, a lady is in the parlor 
who wishes to see you,” said Patrick ; 

I think her name is Gibson.” 

And she hurried down to see her 
visitor. 

“ I have come to ask a favor,” said 
the good lady ; “we have a Children’s 
Home, in which I have been long 
interested. Rose, and every year we 
are in the habit of giving them an 
entertainment; we have only three 
weeks in which to make our prepara- 
rations, and I have thought that per- 
haps you would dress some dolls for 

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BUSY FINGERS AND SUNNY SMILES. 125 


US, and help us to make some sugar- 
plum hags.” 

“ I should be most happy to aid 
you, Miss Gibson, but I shall have to 
do it in the evening hours, for I am 
constantly engaged in the day-time.” 

“ Perhaps you can get some one to 
help you. Rose.” 

‘‘ I think I can ; Mary Tremaine, 
one of our scholars, I know will aid 
me.” 

‘‘You will be richly paid, dear, for 
it will make the little creatures so 
happy ; they are generally from the 
lowest walks of life, and have never 
known any sunshine outside of that 
Children’s Home.” 

“When will you bring me the dolls, 
Miss Gibson?” 

“ To-morrow, dear ; I have some 


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126 ROSE Delaney’s secret. 

materials, but not enough to dress 
them.” 

“ I can get some from Mrs. Tre- 
maine, and I think that Aunt Roscoe 
will give me some pretty silks and 
muslins.” 

The next day, Rose was very busy 
all the afternoon with her studies, and 
after tea, the family sitting-room be- 
came the seat of action. 

Aunt and Uncle Roscoe were seated 
at the table, she with some fancy-work, 
and he with his newspaper, when Rose 
entered with a large round basket full 
of dolls, and materials for her pretty 
work. The bright face sparkled as 
she placed her basket upon the table ; 
and clad in her school-dress, with a 
neat white apron, she seated herself 
for operations. 

“ What in the world is all this ?” 


BUSY FINGERS AND SUNNY SMILES. 127 

said her aunt, with a look of sur- 
prise. 

“ Miss Gibson sent them to me, 
aunt, and wants me to aid her in get- 
ting ready for the festival at the Chil- 
dren’s home.” 

“ Do you suppose that you can dress 
all these dolls, Rose ?” 

“ I think not, aunt ; but Mary Tre- 
maine will help me, and I hope Isabel 
will dress a few; can’t she, aunt?” 

“ I don’t think that she has any 
time,” was the reply ; “ she has so 
many engagements, that I scarcely 
think she will get through with them.’^ 

‘‘ Where is she this evening, aunt?” 

“ She has company in the parlor.” 

“ Can you find me any little pieces 
of silk or muslm, aunt?” 

“ I will look to-morrow, child ; but 


128 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

you are giving yourself a deal of 
trouble about these young vagrants.” 

‘‘ It makes me very happy, aunt, 
for I am all the time thinking of the 
joy that these little dolls will bring.” 

And all the evening, her fingers 
were busy, and her sweet voice singing 
dainty little snatches of song, in the 
happiness of her young heart. 

Uncle Roscoe every now and then 
raised his eyes from his paper, to look 
at his sparkling niece, as her pretty 
work went merrily on. 

“Look here, aunt! I have dressed 
one,” said the young girl, as she held 
up a doll rigged out bravely in white 
muslin and pink ribbons. 

“ Don’t I see the little dears?” said 
Rose ; “ how they will crow over the 
dollies 1” 

About ten o’clock, Isabel came for a 


BUSY FINGERS AND SUNNY SMILES. 129 

moment to the sitting-room, with a 
wearied look of annoyance and dissat- 
isfaction upon her face. 

Throwing herself down upon the 
lounge, she said, pettishly, 

“ Just let me rest here for a minute; 
of all stupid bores, Philip Stanton is 
the greatest ; I wish he would go ; 
there is no such thing as entertaining 
him ; but what in the world are you 
about. Rose ?” 

“ Dressing dolls, for the Children’s 
Home, Bell ; I wish you were here, I 
would make you so useful, and I am 
sure, very happy.” 

Isabel looked at Rose for one min- 
ute, with silent admiration, and per- 
haps a little envy, for the sweet face 
was so bright and sunny, and father 
and mother were bright too ; for they 


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ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 


were sitting where Rose was casting 
her shadow. 

“Won’t you help me just a little 
Bell?” said the busy girl. 

“ Perhaps so ; but I am so much 
occupied this week ; to-morrow evening 
to Carrol’s, next to the opera, next to 
Houghton’s, and next to G-rayson’s, — 
and dear me, that will be Saturday, — 
I can’t this week. Rose; but I must 
go down to the parlor,” and Isabel 
did look back rather wistfully at the 
party in the sitting-room. 

Next evening, Aunt Roscoe brought ^ 
down quite a nice bundle of silk, laces, 
muslins, and ribbons ; and, with Mary 
Tremaine’s aid, the work went on gaily. 

Aunt Roscoe could not resist the 
contagion of Rose’s active energy, and 
took up a doll to dress. 

Before ten o’clock, she was almost 


>BUSY FINGERS AND SUNNY SMILES. 131 

as much interested as Rose herself, 
and when she pronounced her pretty 
doll finished, her niece’s bright smile, 
and sweet kiss, was full pay to the 
fashionable lady. 

And so the work went on every 
evening ; when near the close, Isabel 
condescended to aid in making the 
sugar-plum bags, and uncle and aunt 
filled them with good confectionery. 

One doll, larger and handsomer than 
the rest. Rose had dressed especially 
for a lame child in the establishment. 
Poor little Phoebe Campbell had been 
afflicted with a disease of the spine, 
from her birth, and had never walked 
one step. Rose had seen the patient 
little creature, and was determined to 
make her happy for one day at least. 

She had told her story at home, and 
Isabel sent a doll’s cradle, Aunt Ros- 


132 


ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 


coe a box of cups and saucers, and 
uncle, a beautiful toy-book, full of 
pictures. 

The day at length arrived; Rose 
had obtained a promise from Isabel 
that she would make no engagement 
for that afternoon. Accordingly, the 
two young ladies, and Mrs. Roscoe 
went to the festival. 

There were a large number of bright 
little faces gathered in the largest 
room of the establishment, all clad in 
nice warm dresses, and clean white 
aprons. 

Many of the mothers were present, 
for this home received the children of 
women who went out to daily work. 

Poor, poverty-stricken objects many 
of them w’ere ; but with tears in their 
eyes, when they looked at the kind 


BUSY FINGERS AND SUNNY SMILES. 133 

ladies, who had done so much for their 
children. 

Numbers, however, had no parents, 
but were sheltered and educated here 
by the benevolent, for posts of respec- 
tability hereafter. 

Rose had sent the most of her con- 
tributions in the morning, but had 
reserved little Phoebe’s gifts, to be 
given by herself. 

The exercises were opened by the 
singing of a beautiful hymn, and 
prayer, but as there were unmistake- 
able evidences of the. thoughts dancing 
in the little brains, these exercises 
were shortened, and the festival com- 
menced. 

Nothing could exceed the children’s 
joy at the sight of the dolls, and bags 
of sugar-plums. 

When Rose handed her gifts to the 


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134 


ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 


lame child, it was hard to say which 
was the happier, Rose Delaney, or 
little Phoebe Campbell. 

The child held the pretty doll off at 
arm’s length, to examine its beauty, 
then folded it in her arms, and kissed 
its baby face again and again ; then 
she laid it in its cradle, and rocked the 
dolly, while she sang a lullaby song. 

Many of the children shared their 
good things with their mothers, and 
when a new dress, cape, and hat were 
brought out for each little girl, ready 
for her spring attire, the joy was com- 
plete. 

Isabel was deeply moved, but most 
by the bright face by her side, and as 
she looked at Rose’s animated, beam- 
ing countenance, she had a glimpse of 
the reason why her cousin envied not 
the pleasures of the gay world, while 


BUSY FINGERS AND SUNNY SMILES. 135 

enjoying what was so much purer and 
more holy. 

“Your dolls are beautiful, Rose,” 
said Miss Gribson ; “ how did you ever 
contrive to do so much ?” 

“ Mary Tremaine helped me ; Aunt 
Roscoe dressed two, and Isabel aided 
with the sugar-plum bags.” 

“You are richly paid, dear, for there 
was never a happier set of children 
gathered together before; if I could 
tell you the story of some of them. 
Rose, you would be still more rejoiced 
to know that you had helped so largely 
to make them happy.” 

“Uncle Roscoe desired me to give 
you this, Miss Gibson,” and Rose 
presented an envelope, which when 
opened, contained a ckeck for fifty dol- 
lars. 

As they walked home together. Is- 


136 


ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 


abel could not but draw a silent con- 
trast between tlie pleasant spirit of 
Cousin Rose’s conversation, and her 
own feelings after her nights of fri- 
volity and dissipation. 

For all her innocent talk was about 
little Phoebe’s happiness, and her art- 
less expressions of gratitude, for her 
last words to Rose, were, 

“Thank you, good, kind young lady, 
for the pretty doll, and the nice cradle, 
and the dear little cups and saucers, 
and the sweet picture-book.” 

“It is better than a gay evening 
party, Isabel, is it not?” 

But Isabel was not yet ready to say, 
“yes,” although many new thoughts 
were busy in her brain.” 


CHAPTER X. 

A MUSICAL SOIRBB. 

Rose is making rapid improvement 
in her music ; knowing that her pa- 
rents are anxious that she should excel 
in this branch, she allows no projected 
plans ever to interfere with the per- 
formance of what she deems her duty. 
It is true that Rose is very busy, for 
if she is to make any progress upon 
the organ, she is obliged to devote 
much more time to her various studies 
than suits Isabel’s ideas of a scholar’s 
duty. 

One can scarcely realize the value 
of a systematic division of time ; but 

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138 


ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 


Rose had learned that at home, during 
the first important fifteen years of her 
life. 

She had never seen the friction, 
which is so manifest in family wheels, 
where there is no efficient governing 
head ; but as all had revolved so 
smoothly there, so, all unconsciously 
to cheerful Rose, was her own little 
wheel moving in the family orbit of 
good home habits. 

Though often tempted to omit her 
practising or lessons for a ride to the 
Park, or some of the beautiful envi- 
rons of JSTew York; Rose is steadfast, 
and is reaping the fruits of her perse- 
verance. 

The girls are much occupied in pre- 
paring for the Musical Soiree which 
Miss Hart gives every winter for the 
benefit of the friends of her pupils. 


A MUSICAL SOIREE. 


139 


Rose is especially interested in Isabel’s 
success, for in this branch, she es- 
pecially excels. 

Isabel is learning some very difficult 
music, and her cousin prophesies for 
her, a complete triumph. 

The evening at length arrives. 
Isabel is dressed superbly. Rose, sim- 
ply. Innocently she places the last 
rose in her cousin’s beautiful hair, and 
kissing her affectionately, says, “That 
will do, Isabel.” 

A large company are gathering in 
Miss Hart’s parlors, and though many 
pretty girls are present, none excel 
Isabel Roscoe in brilliancy, or in the 
exquisite taste displayed in her dress. 

Many have already performed, and 
Rose’s turn has come. With an air 
of ingenuous modesty, she takes her 
seat at the piano; and accompanied by 


140 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

her teacher with the flute, she sings 
with rare taste and feeling several 
beautiful songs. 

She is repeatedly encored, and 
amidst a burst of applause, she quiet- 
ly takes her seat. 

“Who is that lovely girl?” is whis- 
pered all around. 

“ A country niece of Mrs. Roscoe,” 
Rose heard murmured, as she passed 
to her seat. 

And now comes Isabel. Rose bends 
forward, with parted lips, for she ex- 
pects a grand triumph for her cousih. 

Isabel takes the company by surprise, 
for the piece selected, is from one of 
the most difficult operas, but time, 
execution, expression were perfect. 

She far excels all the performers at 
Miss Hart’s, and her success is ac- 
knowledged by rapturous applause. 


A MUSICAL SOIREE. 


141 


Rose is delighted ; none present ex- 
hibit such marks of undisguised plea- 
sure. Her eyes are beaming; her 
hands joining in the tokens of ap- 
plause. Ida Kevins, the intimate 
friend, sits Avith a darkened counte- 
nance, for she has been placed far in 
the back -ground by Isabel Roscoe. 

When she reaches her seat. Rose 
seizes her hand, exclaiming, “ There, 
Bell! I knew that you would carry 
off the prize; I congratulate you, dear 
cousin,” and in the warmth of her 
young heart, she kisses Isabel’s glow- 
ing cheek. 

The prize, which is a handsome gui- 
tar, is bestowed upon Isabel, who is 
not more happy than Rose. 

“Charity envieth not;” precious 
truth 1 

Kext morning at breakfast, Rose’s 


142 KOSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

expressions of delight at her cousin’s 
success amused her uncle and aunt, 
for she seemed to have forgotten her 
part in the exercises. 

“Why Rose!” said her uncle, “I 
think that you came in for your share 
in the applause; those songs were 
really very sweet.” 

“ The people were very kind, uncle; 
I suppose that they applauded me for 
the purpose of encouragement, for I 
heard a lady say that I was only the 
country niece of Mrs. Roscoe.” 

“You are mistaken, my dear, for 
your teacher thinks that you have de- 
cided talent, and have made great 
improvement. But where was Ida 
Xevins?” continued Mrs. Roscoe; 
“ among all the congratulations, I did 
not see her come forward.” 

“ I suppose that she was jealous,” 


A MUSICAL SOIREE. 


143 


said Isabel ; “ she never likes any one 
to excel her; I saw that she kept 
aloof.” 

“ How strange !” said Rose ; I 
should be so happy to see Annabel 
Dacre take a prize ; I thought friends 
always felt so.” 

“ I suppose that friends around 
Rockdale feel so, Rose,” said her un- 
cle, “ but we are somewhat different 
here. But now, really, my dear, did 
you not feel flattered by the encores 
of your songs ?” 

“ I certainly did feel pleased, uncle, 
and gratified. It seemed so kind, and 
it made me think that I might be so 
useful to papa in the choir; but then I 
did not think that it was for any great 
skill in the performance.” 

In a few days, Mr. Morton called 
upon Rose, stating that the organist 


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ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 


was sick, and therefore unable to per- 
form on Sunday. He came to ask our 
young niece if she would take his 
place. 

She shrank away at once, but Mr, 
Morton proposed some of the Grego- 
rian chants, which she had practised, 
and some simple tunes for the psalms 
and hymns. Anxious to oblige, she 
consented to come to the church to try, 
and if she succeeded so as to please 
the pastor, to perform the duty. She 
had been taking lessons for several 
months, was very industrious, and had 
made considerable progress. 

The pastor sat with her while she 
practised, and was satisfied at the 
close of the hour, that she might be 
trusted on Sunday with the music. 

“ Isabel, will you not go to church 
with me on Sunday ?” said Rose ; ‘‘ I 


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Rose Delaney 


Isabel hurried to the choir, 


P. 14o 


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A MUSICAL SOIREE. 


14S 


have a very particular reason; just say 
yes, dear; that is a good girl.” 

“Well! 1 promise, Rose; but what 
is going on ? I should like to know.” 

“You will know when you get there. 
Bell.” 

Isabel knew that Rose sat in the 
choir, therefore her absence from the 
pew was not noticed by her cousin. 

The sweet, low chants were very 
touching, the interludes rich and 
soothing, rolling awa}^- in soft notes ; 
the psalm and hymns so devotional 
and simple ! 

Isabel was sure that some new per- 
former sat at the organ, and when, for 
a moment, one of the choir accident- 
ally pushed aside the curtain, and 
revealed her Cousin Rose at the in- 
strument, her astonishment was un- 
bounded. The sermon ended, Isabel 

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KOSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 


hurried to the choir ere they left the 
church. 

“ How in the world have you kept 
your secret, Rose? Now I understand 
why you came so often to the church 
through the week ; but how you have 
contrived to learn so much puzzles me 
not a little.” 

“ The motive, Isabel, has been the 
moving power; my anxiety to heljo my 
father has nerved all my efforts ; but 
I have not accomplished much ; these 
tunes are all very simple.” 

‘‘ They will be very sweet in a coun- 
try church. Rose, and I know that 
Uncle Delaney will be delighted.” 

Mr. Morton hurried out to congra- 
tulate his young organist. “You have 
succeeded admirably. Rose ; those sweet 
low interludes, instead of carrying one 
to the opera-house, led the thoughts 


A MUSICAL SOIKEE. 


14T 


away to heaven. I know what you 
are going to say, that they were very 
simple, only a few rich cords ; hut they 
were truly heavenly. I should he 
A^ery Avilling to have such music every 
Sunday ; I shall call upon you again, 
my dear.” 

Isabel could not recover from the 
surprise ; and when she told her pa- 
rents who had been organist that day, 
they were equally astonished ; hut they 
Avere beginning to learn something of 
the poAver of their niece’s perseverance 
and industry, not only in her own case, 
hut as a stimulant to Isabel. 


CHAPTER XI. 

A SUMMONS HOME. 

Winter rolls on rapidly ; Isabel is 
frequently invited out, and spends 
many evenings in gay assemblies, at 
opera, ball, and party. The effects of 
late hours are seen in a languor which 
ought not to appear in one so young ; 
and Rose often asks why it is that her 
cousin seems so listless, and so often 
complains of drowsiness and weari- 
ness. 

She, on the contrary, is the same 
cheerful, busy girl. The last winter 
month is passing rapidly away, and as 
March comes in with sharp, blustering 

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A SUMMONS HOME. 


149 


winds, she thinks of dear Rockdale, 
and the near approach of the time 
when she shall turn her face home- 
ward. 

There have been many heavy falls 
of snow, and Rose thinks of the snow- 
drop and crocus, which show their 
pretty heads about this time in the 
country. She keeps a constant watch 
for these harbingers of spring; and 
Isabel laughs at her frequent visits to 
the garden. 

“ Here they are, Isabel ! come down,” 
said Rose, one morning to her cousin, 
who was leaning out of an upper win- 
dow. 

‘‘ What have you found. Rose ?” 

“ Some darling crocuses and snow- 
drops, Isabel ; come down. Aren’t 
they pretty, Isabel? They remind 
me so of home; and they are just 


150 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

like a promise to me that I shall soon 
he there ; you know that I am to re- 
turn in the early spring.” 

“ Then I am sure, Rose, that they 
are not welcome to me ; for I do not 
know what I shall do without you. I 
am just beginning to like to study, 
and I am afraid that when you are 
gone, my old habits will all come back 
again.” 

“Here are some letters. Miss Rose,” 
said Patrick, as he handed her several. 

“ One is from dear papa, the others 
from mamma, and Annabel Dacre,” 
said the young lady, as she opened the 
first. 

“ Papa says that he will be here in 
four weeks, and then I must be ready 
to return with him.” 

“We shall be very sorry. Rose,” 
said Mr. Roscoe, as soon as he heard 


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151 


the news, “ for no one has ever roused 
any ambition for study in Isabel, until 
you came.” 

“ I shall be sorry to leave you, dear 
uncle,” was the answer, “for you have 
all been very kind, and I have reaped 
many benefits by my visit.” 

“Won’t you miss the elegancies of 
Xew York, Rose ?” 

She smiled, as she replied, “ I shall 
exchange luxury for simple comfort, 
uncle, an elegant mansion, for a coun- 
try parsonage; but then within its 
walls, I shall have all that I love 
best.” 

“And you will really return without 
any longings for what you leave be- 
hind ?” 

“ Yes, uncle ; not one desire beyond 
the humble parsonage at Rockdale. 
From my infant days, papa has taught 


152 ROSE Delaney’s secret. 

me that happiness does not lie in the 
things that we possess, but in the 
spirit with which we enjoy them. He 
led me very early to seek for an in- 
terest in heavenly things, and with a 
sure hope of a mansion in the skies, 
we can very well give up the tern ^3 ting 
things of earthly wealth.” 

“ These are very serious thoughts 
for one so young. Rose ; I very much 
doubt the wisdom of clouding the 
young spirit with thoughts of the 
grave.” 

“ Am I dull. Uncle Roscoe ?” asked 
Rose, raising her bright face to her 
uncle’s gaze. 

“ I should never think of applying 
such a word to you, my child, for we 
never have had such a blithe, happy 
bird among us before; but I cannot 
understand how one, whose habitual 


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153 


thoughts are so much in another world, 
can be so happy in this.” 

“ The secret is just here, uncle, — I 
believe that God is my Father, and I 
love him ; that Jesus is my Saviour, 
and I trust him ; that heaven is my 
final, blessed home, and I am trying to 
prepare for it ; if these things are true, 
I am entirely contented with the lot 
appointed me here; willing to take 
just what my Father sends, and envy 
no one the possession of mere earthly 
goods.” 

“ This is true Christian philosophy, 
my little niece; would that we all 
practised its wisdom.. We should be 
more content here, and safer here- 
after.” 

“You know, dear uncle, that ‘Cha- 
rity envieth not.’ That is the secret 
which papa has taught me all my life.” 


154 ROSE Delaney’s secret. 

This living illustration of Christian 
life was making its impression upon 
the Roscoe family, daily, and all un- 
eonsciously to Rose. 

“ you have never seen our summer 
home. Rose,” said her cousin ; “would 
you not like to go with us to visit 
•Woodside?” 

“Yes, indeed,” was the quick reply; 
“ I should be so delighted to see the 
country once more; but where is it, 
Isabel ?” 

“ On the Yorth River, Rose ; papa 
has taken a great deal of pains tp 
make it beautiful, and I think it will 
charm you ; but you will not see it^ 
beauty, for the trees are only showing 
a very few of the first tender buds.” 

“When do you go out of town, 
usually ?” 

“ About the middle of May ; and 


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155 


we generally go up about this time to 
$pend a few days, for papa has many 
orders to give to the tenant in charge, 
that the house may be ready for us.” 

“ When shall we go, Isabel?” 

“ JSText Friday, I think, to stay until 
Monday ; we shall thus only miss one 
day at school.” 

The day proved propitious, and they 
started in gay spirits for the boat. 
The passage up the river enchanted 
Rose, who had never sailed uj)on its 
bosom before. 

Her expressions of rapture at the 
beautiful scenery seemed extravagant 
to those who had seen it so often ; but 
to Rose, it had all the charm of no- 
velty. 

“There is Woodside,” said Isabel, 
pointing to a very imposing country- 


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ROSE Delaney’s secret. 


seat, situated on one of the heights of 
the Hudson.” 

Landed at the wharf, a carriage was 
in waiting, for Richard, the tenant, 
had received notice of their coming. 

The drive was along a road bordered 
on either side by fine shade trees, and 
as they proceeded, new beauties at- 
tracted Rose in every direction. Turn- 
ing to her uncle, she said, How can 
you live anywhere else, uncle ?” 

The gentleman smiled, as he replied, 

“We should find it very dull in 
winter; I am sure that the ladies 
would never be happy here.” 

“But, uncle, there is a library, and 
carriages, and neighbors, and church, 
is there not ?” 

“ Yes, all that, my little wild Rose ; 
but that is not enough, my dear, for 
ladies who delight in Broadway, and 


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157 


the opera, and all the charms of !N’ew 
York life.” 

By this time they had reached the 
gate leading to the avenue, and driv- 
ing up to the front piazza, the party 
descended from the carriage. 

Many fine evergreens adorned the 
grounds ; and the vines over the piazza 
which surrounded the spacious man- 
sion, although not yet in bud, gave 
promise of the loveliness that must 
bloom everywhere in the season of 
flowers. Beds of crocuses and violets 
smiled a spring welcome^ and a few 
snow-drops yet remained to remind 
one of the reign of departing winter. 

A good fire was kindled in the 
library. Having warmed themselves 
at the open fire, they proceeded to ex- 
plore the grounds. 

The conservatory, the garden walks, 

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158 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

the extensive grounds, the lake, the 
rustic bridge, the magnificent woods, 
all in turn were visited, and Rose’s 
admiration was most heart-felt. 

‘‘Who lives. over there?” she asked, 
pointing to a handsome residence, not 
far off. 

“ That is Mr. Howard’s,” was the 
reply ; “ and there are the Rolands, 
and the Winthrops, and plenty more.” 

“ Is the church near ?” inquired 
Rose. 

“ Yes ; don’t you see that Gothic 
spire near the Rolands?” 

“ That is not far off,” replied Rose. 

“ !N’o, not more than half a mile, I 
think.” 

“ What a charming home ; why 
don’t you live here, Isabel ?” 

“ Give up JN'evv York, with all its 
amusements, for this dull place ! How 


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159 


can you think of such a thing, 
Rose?” 

“There is plenty of society, I am 
sure.” 

“ Yes ; in summer, we have gay 
times ; sailing-parties, and horseback- 
rides, and dinners, and evening parties, 
plenty of them, I can assure you ; but 
the people leave in October, generally, 
and we go too.” 

Rose wondered how any lady could 
ever wish to leave, what seemed to her 
an earthly Paradise. 

When they returned from their 
stroll, Mrs. Heyl, the house-keeper, 
had prepared a comfortable dinner, to 
which all did ample justice. 

Mrs. Roscoe retired for her nap, and 
the young ladies took a ride through 
the country in the vicinity. 

Mr. Roscoe w^as busily occupied in 


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ROSE Delaney’s secret. 


giving directions to Richard, concern- 
ing the grapery and the garden, and 
the lady in directing some changes in 
the arrangement of the house. 

Rose ran about from garret to 
kitchen, and from the grounds around 
the house to the grand old woods, over 
the hills, and down by the river shore, 
until Isabel declared herself tired out, 
and left her to rove by herself. 

The cows in the fields, the poultry 
in the barn-yard, the squirrels in the 
woods were all so many objects of in- 
terest to Rose, and at last we find her 
exploring the lane leading to the 
church. 

It was a rural building, overgrown 
with ivy, and standing in the shadow 
of some fine old trees. The church 
was open, and she found the sexton 


A SUMMONS HOME. 


161 


busy in sweeping, and dusting the 
pews. 

Rose directly sought the organ. 

“Won’t you blow the bellows?” 
said the young girl, and the good-na- 
tured man complied with her request. 
Rose enjoyed an hour’s delightful re- 
creation in playing all the sweet music 
that she remembered, accompanying 
it with her sweet voice. 

When she was about to close the 
instrument, she perceived a gentleman 
in black, standing in one of the aisles, 
listening. 

“Do not stop, young lady,” said 
the gentleman, “ I have enjoyed your 
music for the last half hour.” 

Rose blushed, as she replied, “ I 
hope that I have not trespassed.” 

“ JN'ot at all, my child ; I wish that 
we had your services on Sunday, for 

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ROSE Delaney’s secret. 


we are often without an organist ; 
where did you take lessons ?” 

“ In New York, sir ; the Rev. Mr. 
Morton very kindly allowed me to 
practice on the organ of his church, 
and I expect to play for my father, 
when I go home.” 

“ What is his name, my child?” 

The Rev. George Delaney.” 

“ My old college friend,” replied the 
gentleman ; “ tell him that you have 
seen Philip Sydenham, the pastor of 
this little church.” 

On learning that she would stay 
over Sunday, Mr. Sydenham obtained 
her promise that she would preside at 
the organ ; and uncle and aunt amused 
themselves highly at Rose’s adven- 
ture. 

The people wondered on Sunday 
who produced such charming music. 


A SUMMONS HOME. 


163 


and after church, the good pastor ob- 
tained Mr. Delaney’s address, that he 
might tell him how much pleasure the 
daughter of his old friend had given 
him, in his little rural church. 


CHAPTER XII. 

VNSPOTTED. 

Rose has been separated for seven 
months from her parents, but papa is 
here at last. “ How are dear mamma, 
and Mary Bell, and Annabel, papa ?” 
asked the young girl, in one breath. 

“ All well, my darling, and so anx- 
ous to see you once more ; I hope that 
you have not been spoilt. Rose,” 
said her father. 

“!N'ot much danger of that, I as- 
sure you,” answered Mr. Roscoe; 
“ she thinks more of the rose-covered 
porch at home, than of all the glories 
of our conservatory; our elegant ba- 

164 


UNSPOTTED. 


165 


rouche is nothing compared to your 
rockaway and old Bob, and she will 
leave all the style of New York with- 
out one regret.” 

“ How have you progressed with 
your music, daughter?” asked her 
father. 

“My teachers say very rapidly, 
papa, but you shall hear,” and going 
to the piano, she delighted Mr. Dela- 
ney with her performance. 

“ Now, papa, you will stay over 
Sunday,” said Rose, smiling, “ I have 
a very particular reason.” She had 
taken precautions to conceal her or- 
gan lessons from her father, as she 
wished to surprise him. Hearing of 
his presence in the city, Mr. Morton 
invited him to preach, and Mr. Ros- 
coe’s family attended. 

“You have very sweet music,” said 


166 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

Mr. Delaney to the good rector ; “ this 
style suits me ; it is devotional, sim- 
ple, and such as the people can join in ; 
those interludes were very sweet and 
soothing — who was the organist, Mr. 
Morton ?” 

“ Miss Rose Delaney to-day, I am 
happy to inform you; she has been 
taking lessons all winter.” 

“Is it possible ! Miss Rose has 
taken me by surprise ! I knew that 
she was a member of the choir, but 
w’as not aware that she was studying 
the instrument ; and this is your se- 
cret, Rose. You must have labored 
hard to accomplish so much, my 
child, for really the music was very 
sweet.” 

“Are you pleased, papa? Do you 
think that I could take the organ at 
Rockdale ?” 


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167 


Pleased I certainly am, Rose ; 
you have far exceeded what I had ex- 
pected, and I really do think that you 
can take charge of the music with my 
direction.” 

“ Then my visit to New York has 
done some good, papa.” 

“You may he sure of that, my 
dear,” said her uncle, “ for I hope that 
even when you are absent, your exam- 
23le will not be lost upon Isabel.” 

Farewells are painful things, and 
we will pass them over, but when the 
carriage drove away containing Rose 
and her father, Isabel stood for a long 
time in a thoughtful mood, looking- 
out of the window, and contrasting 
the feelings which occupied her heart 
now, and the emotions which filled 
her bosom when first her cousin stood 


168 KOSE Delaney’s secret. 

before her in her sweet simplicity on 
the day of her arrival. 

Then she regarded her as a simple 
country girl who would be over- 
powered by the splendor of her aunt’s 
establishment; now, she remembered 
her as one who by her consistent 
piety, had gained the respect of every 
member of her uncle’s family, one 
who had illustrated daily the beauty 
of that “ Charity which envieth not.” 

Let us step in for one moment at 
the parsonage. Rose is at home, 
seated between her parents, with her 
hand clasped by each — Mary Bell on 
a stool at her feet, Annabel Dacre 
leaning on her chair, and Betty and 
Rachel standing delighted among the 
group — the same simple-hearted, hum- 
ble, happy Rose that she was when, 


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169 


turning away from her childhood’s 
home, she entered upon scenes of 
temptation in the gay metropolis. 
She had returned unsoiled, for the 
love which dwelt in her young heart 
was indeed that “which envieth 
not.” 

“ Dear mamma, you remember what 
you told me on the night before I left 
Rockdale, when you bade me be con- 
tented with my lot ? I have dwelt in 
a house which was like a palace com- 
pared to this — our rooms are like 
closets contrasted with Aunt Roscoe’s, 
but I have never seen anything to 
envy excepting once, when Isabel was 
spending so much money for candies, 
I really felt some desire for that 
money, but not for myself, mamma; 
I thought how many books for papa 
that wasted money would buy.” 

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170 ROSE Delaney’s secret. 

Annabel now drew near, and 
throwing her arm around Rose’s 
waist, said, 

“And you have not forgotten me, 
dear Rose, in all these months.” 

“No, indeed, Annabel, I have not 
seen one girl in all New York to com- 
pare with you. I am not so ready to 
cast oif an old friend. My cousin’s 
intimates were most singular speci- 
mens of friendship, envious of each 
other, trying to outvie each other in 
dress, in style, and in their admirers ; 
we never did that Annabel, so you see 
I could find no one in the great city to 
take your place.” 

After Rose had been at home a few 

* 

weeks, there came a letter from Isa- 
bel telling her how much she had 
missed her, and complaining of not 
being well. 


UNSPOTTED. 


171 


‘^Mary Tremaine sends her best 
love, and Jane desires to be especially 
remembered; I cannot write much, 
for I am under the care of Dr. Ben- 
ton, and staying out of school.” 

Bose was troubled, and wondered if 
Isabel’s mode of life had not brought 
on this state of health. In a few 
more weeks, a letter came from Mrs. 
Koscoe, stating that Isabel was dan- 
gerously ill, with a slow, wasting 
fever. “ She longs for Cousin Bose,” 
said the mother, for Isabel had found 
that a sick room was not the place for 
such butterfly friends as those she had 
chosen. 

“What is our duty, dear?” said 
Mrs. Delaney to her husband. 

“ Bose must go,” was the speedy an- 
swer, “it is clearly duty; who knows 


1T3 rose Delaney’s secret. 

what her ministry may accomplish in 
her cousin’s sick-room.” 

In about two months from the time 
of her return home, she found herself 
again in the city of New York. 

“You have come, dear Rose. I 
knew you would,” said her cousin, as 
she held out her wasted arms to re- 
ceive her. 

Rose was shocked at the great 
change. Isabel had almost lost her 
beautiful hair, her eyes were hollow, 
her bloom gone, her flesh and strength 
wasted. 

“The fever is broken. Rose, but Dr. 
Benton says that I need kind nursing, 
cheerful company and fresh air just as 
soon as I can ride.” 

“lam so glad that you sent for me, 
Isabel, I can read to you, and take such 
good care of you — but where is Ida 


UNSPOTTED. 173 

Nevins ? does she not come to sit with 
you 

“ T^o, indeed, the sick-room does 
not suit Ida; she sends to inquire 
daily, and often sends me flowers, but 
that is not like having some one to sit 
by me, to bathe my head and hands, 
to speak kind words, and read pleasant 
books, as you will, dear.” 

Rose bent over her sick cousin, and 
pressing a kiss upon her pale lips, 
said, 

“ I will not leave you, Isabel, until 
you are well enough to go home with 
me. I am sure that the pure air and 
sweet quiet of Rockdale are just what 
you want.” Turning to her aunt. 
Rose continued, “ You need not send 
any one to help me to take care of 
Isabel, aunt, I am going to be her 
nurse ; she is brighter already, and I 

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174 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

know that she will soon be well enough 
to go hack with me to Rockdale.” 

Many little delicacies found their 
way to Isabel’s room, by Rose’s di- 
rections, for she had often heard her 
mother give orders about nice things 
for the sick ; and when Rose stood by 
her cousin’s bed-side, with blanc- 
mange served in pretty French china, 
a delicate jelly in rich cut glass, or 
barbacued chicken, served on a silver 
waiter, Isabel was tempted to eat by 
the smiling nurse, and daily improved 
under her gentle ministry. 

Every morning, it was Rose’s hands 
that superintended Isabel’s toilet — 
washing her face and hands, smoothing 
the short brown hair that remained of 
all its former luxuriance, putting on 
her nice dressing-gown, and then seat- 
ing her in her comfortable easy chair. 


UNSPOTTED. 


175 


Drawing up her little table, she would 
place the bouquet of fresh flowers 
from the conservatory, near her cousin, 
and then giving her a sweet, morning 
kiss, she would say, “ JN'ow, Isabel, we 
are ready for the reading; you look 
better every day, dear; I think by 
next week, we shall begin the rides.” 

Thank you, dear Rose, what a 
comfort you are ! it does me good just 
to look at you ; so fresh ! so bright ! so 
loving! Do you know that I some- 
times envy you your happy lot. I 
wonder if I shall ever be so happy.” 

“You may, Isabel, if you only learn 
to give up your own will wholly to the 
will of God; you will then know what 
perfect peace is.” 

“ These are such new thoughts. 
Rose, but they have visited me very 
often since I have been sick. There 


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ROSE Delaney’s secret. 


was a time when I thought that I 
should never he well, and many an 
hour have I laid awake, wondering 
what would become of me, if I should 
die.” 

“ These are blessed thoughts, Isabel; 
do not drive them away, dear; they 
are whispers from the Holy Spirit, 
and are sent to lead you to Jesus.” 

“ That is just what I have thought, 
Rose, and have often prayed for light 
to show me the way to him.” 

“ Shall I read one cha]3ter, dear 
Isabel?” 

“ Yes, Rose, do.” 

Dr. Benton called soon after, and 
expressed great satisfaction at the 
sight of Isabel’s bright eye, and re- 
turning strength. 

“ I think, Mrs. Roscoe, if it is a fine 
day to-morrow, Miss Isabel may take 


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177 


her first ride ; it must be a short one, 
not more than half an hour, at first, 
and add a quarter of an hour daily.” 

It gave Rose delight to dress her 
cousin next morning, for the ride, and 
to see her carried down in the arms of 
Patrick to the carriage ; Rose and her 
aunt accompanied her ; she bore the 
ride well, and came back, not ex- 
hausted, but really refreshed.- A glass 
of port-wine, and some light biscuit 
were ready for her, and Rose soon 
placed her comfortably in bed, and 
watched her while she slept. 

Sweet thoughts filled her heart, as 
she sat by her cousin, for there were 
indications of the coming of spiritual 
as well as bodily health. 


CHAPTER XIII. 

ISABEJL AT THE FAIRS ON AGE. 

Rose had been several weeks at 
Aunt Roscoe’s, acting as the gentle 
nurse, and daily the steps of recovery 
were visible in her cousin Isabel. 

Longer rides, brighter tints in the 
swelling cheek, beams of returning 
light in the dark eye, increasing 
strength in the elastic step, and cheer- 
fulness of spirits, all were so many 
indications that Isabel might soon be 
removed to the pure air of Rockdale 
parsonage. Preparations were hur- 
ried forward, and Mrs. Roscoe accom- 
panied the girls in their journey. 

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ISABEL AT THE PARSONAGE. 179 

Their arrival had been anticipated. 
Mrs. Delaney had prepared the best 
room for her niece, and had hung the 
pure white curtains before the windows 
which were so prettily graced outside 
by clematis and sweet-briar. She had 
spread the best white counterpane, 
removed the most comfortable rocking- 
chair, with its soft cushions, to the 
invalid’s chamber, filled the vases on 
the mantle-piece, with fresh flowers, 
brought out her j^retty toilet-set for 
the neat dressing-bureau, and spread 
the handsome afghan, (her last Christ- 
mas gift from some of her parishioners) 
upon the little lounge. 

Standing in the middle of the room, 
Mrs. Delaney smiled at the work of 
her own hands, and though none of 
the style of the Fifth Avenue was 
visible, there was an air of rural com- 


180 KOSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

fort and taste, that she was sure must 
please even Isabel Roscoe. 

The table spread with its fresh white 
bread and sweet butter, its delicious 
fruit and cream, and its neat service 
were all in waiting. When the car- 
riage drove up to the door, Isabel 
thought that Rockdale parsonage was 
really an inviting little home. Aunt 
Delaney a very lovely lady, the dear 
little parlor a perfect gem, and her 
own dainty chamber, a real young 
lady’s bower. 

She w^as wearied with her journey, 
and Cousin Rose, laughingly styling 
herself nurse in charge, and seating 
Aunt Roscoe affectionately by her 
mother’s side, said, ‘‘ Now, dear aunt, 
I know that you must have a great 
deal to say to mamma, talk away to 
your heart’s content, while I run off 


ISABEL AT THE PARSONAGE. ‘ 181 

with Isabel ; she has had enough ex- 
citement for one day ; so hid mamma 
good night, dear, like a good child,” 
said Rose, laughing. 

Early next morning, Isabel was 
awaked by the singing of birds around 
her window. 

“ I don’t wonder that you love this 
pretty home,” said the young lady, 
looking out upon the neat grounds so 
well kept, and so tastefully arranged. 

“ I shall have a great deal to show 
you,” said Rose, “ but you must rest 
two days before I allow you to take a 
ride. I have brought you here to re- 
cover all your health, dear, and no- 
thing shall be done to prevent that.” 

Isabel was soon ready for breakfast, 
and when in the family room, there 
was such an indescribable air of 
comfort and peace breathing all 
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182 EOSE Delaney’s seceet. 

around, that she really felt as if devo- 
tion must he holy in that consecrated 
room, and bowing before the mercy- 
seat, joined heartily in the family 
prayer from the lips of dear Uncle 
Delaney. Then the morning hymn, 
led so sweetly by Rose, bore her emo- 
tions from earth heavenward. Time 
rolled on very harmoniously at Rock- 
dale parsonage. Every day Rose con- 
tinued her Bible readings in her cou- 
sin’s room ; and pleasant hours were 
passed by the two young girls, as they 
often discussed the truths which were 
read from the sacred volume. On the 
following Sunday, Isabel paid her 
first visit to the village church. The 
ringing of the bell on the quiet Sab- 
bath air, the sweet singing of the 
birds on the trees around the sacred 
edifice, the aspect of the villagers on 


ISABEL AT THE PAKSONAGE. 183 

their way to the house of God, the 
earnest prayers, the simple music and 
the heart-felt gospel, preached by the 
dear pastor, all made deep impres- 
sions upon the heart of Isabel Ros- 
coe. 

The holy love beneath the family 
roof, the utter absence of worldly, 
selfish aims, all spoke volumes. Isa- 
bel was rapidly learning the secret of 
Rose Delaney’s happiness, and long- 
ing day by day, to be a partaker of 
such hopes, a sharer of such holy joys, 
and heaven- directed aims. The air 
of arrogance and conscious power was 
daily giving way to a deportment of 
humility ; for Isabel felt that she was 
In the presence of superiors, and was 
willing to acknowledge the fact. 

This consciousness imparted soft^ 
ness to her manners, tenderness to her 


184 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

voice, and threw around her an atmo- 
sphere that touched and drew all hearts 
to the young heiress. Frequently she 
sought her uncle’s study, and many 
pleasant hours were si3ent by the two, 
Isabel in asking, and Mr. Delaney in 
imparting truth to the eager listener. 

“ Do you know, dear uncle,” said 
she, “ that Rose was the first one who 
ever led me to think what true piety 
is ? I used to look upon her with per- 
fect wonder ; when all the girls at 
school, and many young acquaintan- 
ces were dying with envy, there was 
my little country cousin, as serene as 
a May morning; stopping to admire 
my numerous treasures, as so many 
objects of beauty, but never a thought 
of envy had she. Sometimes I used 
to feel really angry, uncle, but at last 


ISABEL AT THE PARSONAGE. 185 

I began to ask what was the secret of 
Rose’s conduct.” 

“Are you finding it out, dear?” 
said the pastor, with a w^arm smile. 

“I think I am, uncle, since my 
sickness ; these vanities have seemed 
like nothing at all in comparison with 
the peace that Rose enjoys. I am 
thinking, too, about the steward shij), 
and the account to be given of all our 
wealth when the Saviour comes.” 

Uncle Delaney was a faithful guide 
to his niece, and daily was she learn- 
ing from him lessons of heavenly wis- 
dom which will guide her young foot- 
steps to the feet of Jesus. Just as 
her hopes of heaven became brighter, 
her enjoyment of simj^le things be- 
came fresher, sweeter — the pretty gar- 
den, the rural walks, the village 
church, the picturesque scenery, the 
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186 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

pleasant rides were all so many sources 
of delight. Aunt Roscoe was grati- 
fied at Isabel’s improvement ; and the 
love which now exhibited itself in 
word, look and action, was the source 
of her mother’s wonder as much as 
of delight. 

The parishioners were glad to tes- 
tify their love of their pastor, by kind- 
ness to his guests ; and many a bas- 
ket of fruit, nice poultry, fresh eggs 
and vegetables found their way to the 
minister’s table. 

• Isabel often accompanied Rose in 
her walks among the poor, and now 
her purse was always open to the 
many cases which she found upon 
which to exercise her new spirit of ac- 
tive benevolence. 


CHAPTER XIV. 


« 0i2> THINGS HAVJE TASSEH AWAT,» 

Kose and Isabel are seated this 
morning in the pretty chamber, at 
their usual reading hour, and are in a 
mood for a pleasant, social chat. 

“ Do you remember. Rose, the day 
you reached our house ? you had not 
a very hospitable reception, dear.” 

Rose smiled as she replied, “ Let 
us forget all that, Isabel, the present 
is so very ditferent.” 

“No, Rose, it is well that I should 
remember it. I was so vain and 
haughty then ; but you surprised me 
not a little, my good cousin, at the in- 

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188 ROSE Delaney’s secret. 

diiference with which you regarded 
the style of the Fifth Avenue.” 

“You are not so much surprised 
now, Isabel, since you have seen the 
dear parsonage.” 

“ JNTo, Rose, I have seen more pure, 
heart-felt happiness in your dear, lit- 
tle nest of love, than in all my whole 
life before; I know something now 
of Rose Delaney’s secret.” 

“What do you say to a ride to- 
day?” said Rose, “papa is going to 
visit one of his parishioners, ‘old 
Mary of the mill.’ ” 

“ Which way shall we go ?” 

“ Over a most beautiful and pictu- 
resque country, to see one of God’s 
own saints, Isabel. She is a perfect 
picture of holy contentment ; mamma 
has some clothes to send, and papa 
will drive us after dinner.” 


OLD THINGS HAVE PASSED AWAY. 189 

After an early dinner, the three 
started, accompanied by little Mary 
Bell. Over hilly roads, by the side 
of a beautifully-shaded stream, among 
rocky, romantic scenery, the party 
traveled on to their destination. 
Stopping at length, Mr. Delaney fas- 
tened old Bob to a tree, and handing 
the young ladies out, said, “ Here is 
‘ old Mary of the mill,’ for that is what 
we all call her. I deem it quite a priv- 
ilege, Isabel, to visit the aged saint.” 

Knocking at the door of a very 
humble dwelling near the mill, the 
response came in an aged voice, calling 
out, “Walk in.” On opening the 
door, they found the old woman sitting 
near a window, spinning, while every- 
thing around was neat as hands could 
make it. 

“ Take a seat, Mr. Delaney,” said 


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the old Christian ; “ he seated, young 
ladies ; I am so glad to see you,” and 
the old woman handed chairs to the 
party. 

“ Where is Betty ?” inquired Rose, 
looking around for her grand- daugh- 
ter. 

“She has gone to the mill, to get 
her wages,” was the reply ; “ she will 
be here in a moment.” 

“How are you getting on, Mary?” 
inquired the pastor. 

“ Very well, and happily, thank the 
dear Master ; I have had but one bad 
spell this winter ; then I thought that 
the old house w^as crumbling, but it 
pleased my Master to keep me here a 
little longer, and I am well contented 
to bide his time.” 

“Have you been provided with 
.comforts, Mary ?” 


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“ More than I deserved, sir ; some- 
times only bread and water, but that 
makes the promise good, it has always 
been sure.” 

‘‘You have had no dark seasons, 
then, Mary?” 

The old woman smiled, as she re- 
plied, 

“ How could that be, when I have 
joy unspeakable, and a hope full of 
glory ?” 

“ Mrs. Delaney has remembered 
you, Mary,” said the pastor, as Rose 
opened her basket, and brought out a 
comfortable dress, some stockings, a 
new cap, a good pair of shoes, and 
some groceries. 

“ Thank the Master again, sir ; for 
it is he that put it into your kind 
lady’s heart, to remember old Mary.” 

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192 EOSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

good friend,” said the pastor; “for it 
is the cup of cold water given in the 
name of a disciple.” 

“ It will have its reward, my dear 
pastor,” said the old lady. 

Isabel and Rose both thought of the 
hoary head, and the crown of glory, 
as they looked upon the silver locks 
of good old Mary. 

Isabel longed to give her something, 
but there was so much of dignity 
about the old woman, that she could 
not take the liberty, and whispered her 
wish to Mr. Delaney. 

“ Mary, here is something which my 
niece wishes to give you, for the Mas- 
ter’s sake, to do just what you will 
with.” 

“ Thank you, kindly. Miss ; I have 
everything I want now ; and this will 
be something for the Lord’s cause.” 


OLD THINGS HAVE PASSED AWAY. 193 

Just then, the door opened, and a 
young girl in very humble, but clean 
attire, entered. 

“ How do you do, Betty ?” was the 
pastor’s kind salutation. 

“ Quite well, I thank you, sir,” she 
answered, as she dropped a respectful 
courtesy. 

Grandmother seems quite well,” 
said the pastor ; “I have never seen 
her look better.” 

“ She is well now, sir ; but she had 
a sore time in December ; one of her 
very worst attacks; I did not think 
that she would ever be any better ; and 
then for two days, we had no fire ; but 
grandmother never complains ; not 
even when we had nothing but dry 
bread and water.” 

“Why did you not let me know, 

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Betty ? one of the Lord’s people must 
not be allowed to suffer.” 

“I could not leave grandmother, 
sir ; and I could find no one to take a 
message.” 

“ I will see to that, Betty ; I shall 
leave directions with the miller’s son, 
so that such a state of affairs can never 
happen again ; go to him always, and 
he will come for me.” 

After further conversation, and a 
very earnest prayer, the party left, 
Isabel deeply impressed by the lesson 
taught by “ Old Mary of the Mill.” 

“ God bless you all,” were the old 
woman’s last words ; and they followed 
Isabel all the way home, and whis- 
pered round her pillow as she sank to 
sleep. 

On another occasion, their drive led 


OLD THINGS HAVE PASSED AWAY. 195 

to the cottage of a poor woman, who 
worked in the factory not far off. 

“You will see here another sweet 
instance of piety, Isabel,” said her 
uncle ; “ but this time, it will be a suf- 
fering child; poor little Robert, our 
crippled boy ; he has been afflicted for 
five years, never having left his. bed 
without being lifted, all these weary 
years ; he is now about twelve years 
old, but the loveliest instance of child- 
ish piety that I have ever known.” 

Just then, the carriage stopped be- 
fore the door of a lowly cottage, with 
a small porch covered with sweet- 
briar. 

-On entering, a girl of sixteen was 
in attendance upon her brother, for 
the mother was away all day at the 
factory. 

The room was very poor, but ex- 


196 ROSE Delaney’s secret. 

tremely neat ; the bed nicely spread, 
and on the window-sill, a box of mig- 
nonette, heliotrope, and a daily rose. 

Propped up by pillows, and sup- 
ported by a chair across the bed, was 
the pale, suffering boy ; he looked no 
older than a boy of nine ; his face was 
withered and sunken, but his eyes 
beamed with the light of a hope full 
of immortality, whilst around the pale 
lips, lingered a smile that spoke of love, 
and perfect peace, and resignation. 

On one side lay a small Testament, 
and on the other, a little tray, with a 
small wooden basket nearly finished, 
a number of wooden chips, and a pen- 
knife, with which he had been cutting. 

“ How are you, Robert?” asked the 
pastor. 

‘‘As well as usual,” said the boy, 
“ and very happy ; I am a little tired 


OLD THINGS HAVE PASSED AWAY. 197 

just now, for I have been trying to 
finish my basket to-day, for a lady 
that was here last week.” 

“ Have you many things on hand?” 

‘‘Yes, sir, quite a number,” was the 
reply ; “ bring them out, Susan,” said 
the boy, speaking to his sister. 

And Susan produced a number of 
wooden knives, little baskets, a wagon, 
and several little toy tubs and buckets 
for children. 

“ Do you sell these, Robert?” eagerly 
inquired Isabel. 

“Yes, ma’am, I am very glad to sell 
them.” 

“ And what do you do with the mo- 
ney ?” 

“ It is all the Lord’s, miss ; he is so 
good to me on this sick-bed ; he sends 
me so many friends, and comforts me 
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SO constantly, that I can never do 
enough for him.” 

Isabel’s eyes were full of tears, as 
she thought of her useless life of folly, 
and the patient, loving toil of this 
crippled child. 

“I want several of your pretty 
toys,” said the young lady, and she 
laid aside a wagon, two tubs, two 
buckets and two knives, laying down 
a five dollar note for the purchase. 

‘‘Susan, get the young lady her 
change,” said the boy ; “ the wagon is 
fifty cents, the tubs, twenty-five cents 
each, the buckets, twelve, and the knives 
six ; that is one dollar and thirty- six 
cents, Susan.” 

“ I do not want any change,” said 
Isabel ; “I want you to make me four 
little tables, and four baskets, against 
I come again.” 


OLD THINGS HAVE PASSED AWAY. 199 

Thank you, ma’am, you are very 
good,” ^aicl little Robert. 

Isabel was learning every day les- 
sons of practical piety, and this had 
been a most useful one. 

“ What in the world are you going 
to do with so many of Robert’s toys, 
Isabel?” said Rose, as smiling, she 
looked at her purchases. 

“ Have you forgotten the Children’s 
Home, Rose ?” said her cousin ; 
these are the very things for them.” 

‘‘That is true, Bell, they will de- 
light the children, so it will do good 
in two ways ; first, to Robert and the 
cause he loves, and then to the little 
children.” 

“ Don’t forget a third. Rose ; it will 
do most good to me. I cannot tell 
you how I felt when I looked at the 
poor, emaciated boy, propped up in 


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bed, amidst his poverty, to do good to 
his fellow -men, and then thought of 
my own useless, miserable life.” 

“ The poor boy shames us all, Isa- 
bel, for he never loses sight of this 
one great object, in the midst of the 
greatest suffering, and he does suffer 
sorely sometimes.” 

‘‘ Rose, I have lived more really 
since I came here, than during whole 
years of my life ; if we are to measure 
time by events, every thing here 
teaches such different lessons from all 
that I have ever learned before.” 

“ May they never be effaced, dear 
Isabel.” 

“ I trust they will not. Rose, for it 
was not man, but God who brought 
me here.” 

Rose often looked upon Isabel’s 
bright face, and wondered if it w^ere 


OLD THINGS HAVE PASSED AWAY. 201 

"^really the same vain and selfish 
girl that she had known for the first 
time last September, and Isabel, her- 
self, was ceasing to wonder at her 
cousin’s spirit of serene contentment, 
as she was beginning to taste of the 
same satisfying pleasures. 

And so the summer wore on. The 
cousins have learned to love each 
other tenderly; and the return of 
health to Isabel’s cheek, while it makes 
^Rose happy, also warns her that 
the time is coming when they must 
separate; Isabel, to return to her home, 
and Rose, to remain among her quiet 
duties. 

“You will write to liie very often. 
Rose,” said her cousin, when the time 
at length arriyed for her return to 
New York. 

• “ Yes, Bell, I must hear regularly 


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once a week ; I want you to attend 
ui3on Mr. Morton’s niinistry; he is 
such a true, faithful guide, and is just 
the one for you ; will you promise me, 
dear, that you will go there ?” 

“ That is what I intend. Rose ; and 
I know that mamma will let me do 
just as I please.” 

It was with lively regret that Isabel 
bade farewell to Rockdale, for there 
she had learned lessons of holy wis- 
dom, that will follow her through life. 

“ How I shall miss the pretty 
grounds, and these sweet clustering 
vines,” said Isabel, as she seated her- 
self by the chamber- window, and put 
aside the thin curtain to smell the 
fragrant flowers. “ I shall never smell 
clematis, or sweet-briar, without think- 
ing of the dear parsonage. Rose, for I 
never knew anything of real domestic 


OLD THINGS HAVE PASSED AWAY. 203 

love till I came here ; and the thought 
of all my^ former life is like a painful 
dream.” 

“What will Ida IN’evins say to your 
new resolutions, Isabel?” asked Rose. 

“ She will ridicule them, pronounce 
me a bore, and cut my acquaintance,” 
said Isabel, with a quiet amile. 

But the parting words were spoken ; 
and Isabel turned her face to the gay 
metropolis, whilst Rose remained to 
bless her home circle. 

Isabel’s health was perfectly re- 
stored, and her parents were too happy 
in her complete recovery to think of 
crossing her will in any of the little 
whims, (for so they termed them,) 
which she now seemed pleased to 
indulge. Consequently, no opposition 
was made to her choice of a new pas- 


204 KOSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

tor, and her desire to worship in an 
humbler church. 

Miss Hart hailed the hopeful signs 
in Isabel’s new life, and good Miss 
Gibson extended a strengthening hand 
to the young disciple. Ida Xeyins 
was suitably shocked at her folly, and 
Mary Tremaine surprised at her kind- 
ness of manner, for Isabel remembered 
her as Rose’s friend. Some silly ones 
professed themselves disgusted with 
her sanctimonious ways, as they were 
pleased to call them ; but Isabel walked 
quietly forward, for she was learning 
by her own blessed experience. Rose 
Delaney’s secret, and could well alford 
to be slighted by mere butterfly 
friends. 


CHAPTER XV. 


ItOS:E^S SECMET XUSCOVEBED. 

For several succeeding winters, 
Rose spent the season in 'New York, 
for the purpose of perfecting herself 
in the science of music, both on the 
organ and piano ; and good Mr. Mor- 
ton watched with joy, the silent pro- 
gress of Rose’s influence in her u ncle’s 
family. 

She has one darling project in her 
young brain, which she hopes at no 
distant day, to bring to pass ; for she 
is now an accomplished musician, and 
looks forward to the day when she can 
aid her father, by the exercise of her 
talents. 


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205 


206 


ROSE Delaney’s secret. 


She has just returned from one of 
these visits ; and after the joy of reu- 
nion is somewhat sobered, with a 
smiling face, she hands a paper to her 
father, desiring him to read its con- 
tents. 

It is a certificate from her distin- 
guished instructor in music, testifying 
that Miss Rose Delaney is fully quali- 
fied to give instruction in the science 
of music, few of her age having taken 
so thorough a course, as this gifted 
and industrious pupil. 

“ Now, papa, I want you to give 
your consent to a plan that I have to 
propose, and it is this ; that you will 
allow me to gather a class of pupils 
to instruct on the piano, that I may 
aid my dear parents in their efforts to 
support the family.” 

Mr, Delaney looked very grave, for 


eose’s secret discovered. 207 

a few moments, and then replied, 
“Have you considered, Rose, how it 
will engross your time, and what de- 
mands it will make upon your pa- 
tience?’’ 

“1 think I have, papa; but your 
health is not robust; I am healthy 
and cheerful ; it will be not only a 
duty, but my highest pleasure to aid 
you; will you not consent?” 

“ Do what you think right. Rose ; I 
doubt' not that God will bless your 
efforts, my dear child.” 

Her first pupil was Helen Dacre, a 
dear little girl^ of decided musical 
talent ; her own sister, Mary Bell, was 
another; then Mr. Hollins sent his 
daughter, Lucy, and Mr. Sherwood 
sent Maggie. 

Rose set to work in right good 
earnest, and it was soon manifest that 


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the teacher was one of more than 
ordinary ability. Miss Rose Delaney’s 
class grew rapidly, and all around the 
neighborhood, it came to be esteemed 
a privilege to be one of the number. 

Several of the girls and boys had 
fine voices, and Rose conceived the 
idea of training them for the choir. 
It was a happy thought; and every 
Saturday afternoon, four girls, and the 
same number of boys, assembled at 
the rectory for that purpose. It was 
considered quite a high day for the 
young folks, for they always stayed to 
tea, and enjoyed a delightful evening 
with dear Miss Rose. 

Once a month, their parents came 
in the evening, and the music at Rock- 
dale church soon became celebrated in 
the neighborhood. 

It was to Rose Delaney a source 


kose’s secret discovered. 209 

of the purest pleasure; for she had 
the consciousness that she was ac- 
tually repaying the devotion of her 
parents, by the substantial aid that 
she was able every three months to 
place in her father’s hands. 

The good man did not tell Rose 
that there was always a portion laid 
by for herself, with reference to days 
that might come to the family at the 
rectory. 

Isabel pays her annual visit to 
Rockdale, and continues to exhibit 
decided marks of a spiritual change 
in her whole character. 

It is summer again, and Rose is in 
daily expectation of a visit from her 
cousin. When, at length, the carriage 
stopped before the gate, Rose ran out, 
delighted to meet the traveler; for she 


210 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

saw Isabel looking out eagerly from 
the carriage window. 

“ I am so glad that you have come 
just now,” said the young lady, “ for 
we are preparing for a pic-nic party to 
the woods ; all the Sunday-scholars 
are going, and we are to have some 
good music. Bell.” 

“ When will it take place?” 

“ We go to-morrow,” was the reply, 
“ so you must have a good night’s 
rest, that we may be up in time.” « 

Bright skies, sweet singing birds, 
and the fragrance of flowers ushered 
in the morning. Clad in her simple 
summer costume, Bose looked fresh 
and lovely as her name, as she led the 
way out to the carriage, which was to 
convey them to the woods. 

Isabel was surprised at the sight of 
pillows in the carriage; and looking 


rose’s secret discovered. 211 

inquiringly at Rose, asked, ‘‘Where 
is the invalid?” 

“ You will see, dear,” said her cou- 
sin, “after I land you safely under 
mamma’s wing.” 

The spot chosen was most lovely, — 
the woods lay by the side of a clear 
stream of water, that went rippling and 
singing along; and just here, the green 
sward on an elevation was peculiarly 
smooth and green, for the trees had 
been somewhat thinned, and rustic 
tables and benches were stretched 
under their shady branches. 

Chairs were provided for the min- 
ister’s family ; and after seating Isabel 
with her mother and Mary Bell, Rose 
and her father drove off. 

In a short time, the carriage re- 
turned with poor lame Robert; for 
Rose had determined, that if it were 


212 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

possible, he should spend one happy 
day in the fresh green woods. 

She had provided a very long crib, 
'where, propped up by pillows, and 
extended on a soft bed, the boy could 
enjoy all that was going on. And 
Eobert did look very happy, for it was 
one of his well days; and a serene 
and quiet smile rested upon the pale 
features all that bright summer day. 

The children all had something to 
bring to little Eobert; one, a flower, 
one, a bunch of soft green moss ; 
one, a nice cake, and another, a book 
of pictures ; it was a bright day to the 
boy; and these kind offices, so trifling 
in themselves, made the day joyous to 
all, for one . drop of happiness offered 
to him, brought two to the givers. 

“ Where are you going, now said 


rose’s secret discovered 213 

Isabel, as Rose entered the carriage 
again. 

“ I am going for another visitor,” 
said Rose, as smiling, she drove off. 

In about an hour, she returned with 
“ Old Mary of the Mill,” and her 
grand-daughter. 

“ This is a general gathering,” said 
the young lady, ‘‘and we cannot do 
without you, Mary.” 

Rose busied herself in obtaining a 
good seat for the old woman; and 
when all were seated, the singing com- 
menced. The choir performed admi- 
rably ; and here, under the shade of 
the green trees, the smiling skies, and 
amid singing birds, the children passed 
a happy day. 

In the middle of the day, the dinner 
was spread out upon the tables; and 


214 ROSE DELANEY’S SECRET. 

Rose took good care of old Mary and 
little Robert. 

As she moved about so cheerfully 
among the poorest, Isabel thought of 
the passage from the Saviour’s teach- 
ings : 

“ But when thou makest a feast, 
call the poor, the maimed, the lame 
and the blind : and thou shalt be 
blessed : for thou shalt be recompensed 
at the resurrection of the just.” 

Isabel contrasted this pretty picture, 
where Cousin Rose was the chief 
actor, wfth some of the vapid gaieties 
that had formerly occupied her time ; 
and she could easily guess which was 
the loser in the comparison. 

Annabel Dacre was Rose’s helper 
in all the festivities ; for nothing had 
ever marred the holy friendship of‘ 
these young hearts, bound so sweetly 


rose’s secret discovered. 215 

together by the dearest of all bonds, a 
mutual hope in the promises of the 
blessed Gospel. 

“Did you ever see a more lovely 
Rose than ours?” said Annabel to 
Isabel Roscoe, as they watched her 
motions among the children. 

“]N"'o, truly, Annabel, she is so un- 
selfish, — I have seen her, too, under 
such different circumstances, when 
she was surrounded by everything 
that would excite envy in unrenewed 
natures; and yet, I have never seen 
the smallest taint in Rose Delaney.” 

But summers, however happy, pass 
away, and Isabel returned at the ap- 
pointed time to her home. 

She is still her parents’ darling 
child; they are most happy in the 
consciousness, that while the glitter 
of worldliness is passing away, the 


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beauty of holiness is dawning upon 
their daughter; they do not yet know it 
by that name, but its power is felt in 
Isabel’s earnest desires for improve- 
ment, in her filial devotion to their 
happiness, in the unselfishness which 
is casting out, day by day, her former 
idols. 

She is learning Rose Delaney’s 
secret ; and the same sweet smiles of 
calm, inward joy, are lighting up Isa- 
bel’s lovely features, and shedding 
sunshine around her home. And it 
is reaching the hearts of the parents. 
The “ Charity which envieth not^'^ has 
conquered the reign of worldliness in 
Aunt Roscoe’s home circle. 


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